Contemplating that they largely talk in Gaeilge (Irish), solely launched their debut album Fine Art a fortnight in the past, and that it’s 11:30 within the morning once they take the stage, the truth that the gang in attendance for Kneecap’s Glastonbury debut spills far outdoors of The Woodsies tent is extremely spectacular.
“Fucking hell! What are you all doing right here? Go to mattress!” shouts Mo Chara (Liam Óg Ó Hannaidh), one of many teams two MC’s, alongside Móglaí Bap (Naoise Ó Cairealláin). In a 12 months the place loads of the massive attracts are pretty mainstream, family-friendly and cuddly, Kneecap convey a way of authentic hazard and aggression to Glastonbury, The fast-rising West Belfast trio are, unquestionably, the lairiest band you’ll see at this 12 months’s competition, slagging off everybody from the British royal household to shite sniffer canine (on the self-explanatory Your Sniffer Canines Are Shite, from their first mixtape, 2018’s 3CAG) of their bouncy, boom-bapping electro hip-hop.
In less-capable palms, their staunchly aggressive political rhetoric might be po-faced, however Kneecap in some way handle to be hilarious firm, even with the actually terrifying, balaclava-wearing DJ Próvaí (JJ Ó Dochartaigh) of their ranks. At one level they begin a circle pit by stating one bloke’s daft hat and demanding that he begins it, then mug off the “OAP’s moping on the again”.
By the point they end with a storming run via the brilliantly instantaneous H.O.O.D – an early single, not included on Superb Artwork, however a key monitor of their upcoming biopic – Belfast’s beastly boys have the packed tent consuming [bricfeasta] out of their palms. This looks like the start of one thing very particular.
Good luck to whoever has the job of conserving them sober for his or her 1:30am set on the Shangri-La stage…