IN&OUTTONIGHT REVIEWS 26 Monday, 29 June 2009 London Lite Mystery surrounds this Australian singer-songwriter, who was apparently raised in the bush and has appeared in Home And Away (remember her? Me neither). the biggest mystery, though, is why sony is promoting her as a global artist when shes just not that good. regina spektor meets Bjrk is the pitch, but thats a generous way to describe her personality-free, made-for-tV pop, sung in an irritating transatlantic drawl. there are attempts to be kooky -- the lyrics are of the hello trees, hello sky sort -- but too many whimsical dum-de-dums, while track skipalong is just unforgivable. AC REVIEWSMUSIC Glastosawild wondrousBlur Brucie bonus: The Boss in Hyde Park Nearly60,butborntorunandrun FESTIVAL Glastonbury HHHHH MArThA dE LAcEy rock Wilco WilcoTheAlbum (Nonesuch,12.72) HHHHI THEIR singers called Jeff Tweedy but hes no relation to Cheryl. Wilcos dreamy alt- country is as far from Girls Aloud as you can get without needing an oxygen tank. Seven albums in, Chicagos demure cult rockers finally want to brag a little about their coolness -- although any band who have featured in the SpongeBob SquarePants Movie should already have your vote. They have self-titled both the album and its first track, a Velvet Underground-esque wall of sound. Then theres You And I, Wilcos first duet, which hears Tweedys smoky growl rubbing up naturally with the lilt of Feist. Probably better than a Tweedy/ Tweedy duet would have been. M dE L GiVen hes one of the most licensed artists in pop, its commendable Moby has finally decided to make a record without being concerned about the marketplace. His sixth album is a warmer, more downbeat affair than youd expect from the techno-head known for rave anthems. Moby is older, wiser, and clearly into eBay -- you can hear the crackly, analogue equipment this was recorded on. electronic torch songs, sumptuous instrumentals and woozy ballads all feature, and if you cant help associating it with late nights over red wine, it only shows how well he captures the mood. AMBER COWAN ThE BIG GIG Bruce Springsteen HydeParkCalling HHHHI John AIzLEWood To order any CD reviewed, call The London Lite CD service on 01634 832789. All prices include P&P pop Moby WaitForMe (LittleIdiot,12.72) HHHII pop nouvelle Vague NV3 (Peacefrog,11.74) HHIII THE French covers band claim to take the songs you adore and make you fall in love with them again. Cute, but stretching the truth. Sometimes, as with their too-dainty version of Violent Femmes Blister In The Sun and a vanilla Sex Pistols God Save The Queen, they chew over the songs you love until all that remains is marshmallowy gloop. But the girls voices are dreamy enough to lure in guest appearances from some of the original artists: Ian McCulloch contributes on a hypnotic version of Echo & The Bunnymens All My Colours. There is a bongo reshaping of Gary Numans Metal that might be daft enough to lure in novelty pop fans, too. M dE L pop Lenka Lenka (Sony,10.76) HHIII HE had us from the first order to Live by the river. Bruce Springsteen And The E Street Band opened a jumbo set with a rip- roaring version of The Clashs London Calling. The remainder of the three- hour set covered old and new, familiar and less heralded and, from 1855, Stephen Fosters once- again-relevant Hard Times Come Again No More. Springsteen by turns surprised, tested and pleased his crowd. And, lest we forget his imagination-free pub rocker moments, there were Johnny 99 and Seeds to bore them briefly too. Springsteen and his E Street Band have the aura of a gang, albeit -- as their boss, The Boss, described them -- a Viagra-taking one. Man-mountain saxophonist Clarence Clemons, 67, blew hard, despite recovering from double hip and double knee replacement surgery, but the others charged through the elderly Rosalita (Come Out Tonight) and this years heroic Outlaw Pete. But gangs need a gang leader and Springsteen, who will be 60 in September, gambolled about the stage, collected the crowds written requests and gleefully played the cheerleader. He started a breathless third hour with a triple whammy: Lonesome Day, The Rising and a heady Born To Run, 34 years old but still in no danger of outstaying its welcome. At the end, after a joyous assault on Glory Days and Dancing In The Dark re- imagined as a fairground waltz, a fan handed Springsteen a banner saying Greetings From Hyde Park (after his 1973 debut Greetings From Asbury Park NJ). He displayed it and his delight was matched by the crowd. He went as he came: doing the right thing. T HREE things are certain in life: death, taxes and that Glastonbury will be plagued by horrible weather. Taxes played little part in farmer Michael Eavis festival but the thundery storms on Thursday afternoon threatened to be overshadowed by the news, which spread through the site around 11pm, that Michael Jackson had died. Bars and stages immediately burst into tribute, playing Jackson Five hits, Thriller and Off The Wall. The news didnt dampen spirits for long and by the next evening weather was no longer a dirty word when Jack Whites new band, The Dead Weather, took to the Sunny Park stage to play filthy, dark blues rock that saw thou- sands of Glastonburyites fall head over welly in love. Hours later Lady GaGa spun on to the Other stage, whizzed through her oddly addictive album and spouted some of the m o s t l u d i c r o u s banter ever heard on a stage -- I used to take acid and roll around in the mud; yo u g u y s s m e l l ; I m n o t w e a r i n g any pants. Incidentally, 100,000 people saw that she wasnt lying on the last claim. Hilariously peculiar. Oh, and Neil Youngs per- fectly paced, blistering two- hour set was, well, perfection, as was Bruce Springsteens dynamite marathon set on Saturday. And yet. When Blur headlined Sunday night, they managed to overshadow every superb act wed witnessed over the weekend, from Florence A n d T h e M a c h i n e, whose swelteringly dark set drew one of the most over-stuffed crowds of the festival, to East 17s comeback gig that had old fans -- oddly, mostly male -- singing along enthu- siastically, or the Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs Karen O in spectacular costume. Not even Dizzee Rascal whose extraordinary show featured a superb hip hop Jackson medley or the mighty Spinal Tap with guest turns from Jarvis Cocker (yay) and Jamie Cullum (yuk) could trump our Blur. As fireworks sizzled through the air into the crescent moon and Damon Albarn and the boys played and sang and even cried, every person in front of the Pyramid stage sang along and danced to every song, from This Is A Low to Parklife. Never again, well maybe until their Hyde Park super gigs on Thursday and Friday, will any of us witness such wondrousness. Congratulations Blur, well done Eavis, mission accomplished. Until next year then. Fest friends: Karen O of the Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs wore a spectacular costume while Dizzee Rascals extraordinary set included a hip hop Jackson medley 2 index.html2.html3.html4.html5.html6.html7.html8.html9.html10.html11.html12.html13.html14.html15.html16.html17.html18.html19.html20.html21.html22.html23.html24.html25.html26.html27.html28.html29.html30.html31.html32.html33.html34.html35.html36.html37.html38.html39.html