Wolf Alice, Glastonbury 2016, review: Captivating passion and ferocity
Singer Ellie Roswell hits her groove, but this band are more enjoyable in an intimate space
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Your support makes all the difference.It's hard to believe how far Wolf Alice have come; only two years ago they were rushing around England's smaller clubs, blasting out their ferocious rock to everyone and anyone.
Now, just a year after the release of their debut album, the band are playing Glastonbury's iconic Pyramid stage with thousands of people watching both at Worthy Farm nd on TV at home.
Its no small task, with singer Ellie Roswell pointing out numerous times that she “can't believe we are here,” something many adoring fans probably disagree with. The question remains, however; can the quintet handle the sheer size of Glastonbury's biggest stage?
Blasting through their first song, “You're a Germ”, it's apparent nerves are high. Unlike with their secret set in William's Green last year, the band are slightly more subdued, something that passes in due time when Roswell hits her groove.
It's her passion and ferocity, as well as the rest of the band's, that is hugely engaging. What the middle of their set lacks bigger hits, they make up for in stage presence, captivating throughout the less impacting numbers that plagued My Love Is Cool.
Later on, things get back on track as they race through “Fluffy”, a set highlight that gets the crowd back on side. With another album of tighter songs, it's easy to imagine the band owning this slot, yet, as it is, Wolf Alice are far more enjoyable - and comfortable - in an intimate atmosphere.
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