Up first were Vancouver's Japandroids. I like their album, Celebration Rock. Having seen now them live, I like them even more.
Then it was Frightened Rabbit, who I knew nothing about. They're from Scotland. Diverting enough, although they maybe still don't know what kind of band they want to be. Sometimes they sound like The Byrds, with Scottish accents. Sometimes they sound like Big Country. Other times they sound a lot harder.
Then Mark Lanagan, who really should have stayed at home. I mean, I quite like his albums, but he's completely wrong for this kind of venue, a festival on a sunny afternoon. He should be in Whelan's on a rainy Wednesday in November. He gave nothing to the audience, except a parting, taciturn "Good afternoon". Who does he think he is, Bob Dylan? Also, he must spend a lot of time in the shade, or else he's got a particularly perverse make-up artist. Pale, or what?
Next up were Hot Chip, who would not be my tazza di tè, but at least they got people dancing.
And finally, the men from Dusseldorf, the stunning audio-visual spectacle that is Kraftwerk.
Des and Jane just prior to Kraftwerk's appearance:
And then, the band:
Not forgetting the audience, like one of those photos of a '50s American B movie crowd:
Back to the band:
As my friend Brian Mahon opined with one-word succinctness, when I asked afterwards if he'd enjoyed their show: "BIZNESS! :-) '.