Mogwai
2003-06-27
Glastonbury Festival, England

Taper: Rob (http://db.etree.org/robkismet)
Location: Front of stack (right)
Source: Sony ECM-717 > Sony MZ-R500 (LP2)
Transfer: MZ-R500 line-out > soundcard line-in > wave (Goldwave)
Editing: fades, EQ & normalising (Goldwave) / track indexes (CD Wave) / Level 8 FLAC Compression (FLAC Frontend)


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01. You Don't Know Jesus
02. Hunted By A Freak
03. Helicon 1
04. Kids Will Be Skeletons
05. Ratts Of The Capital
06. I Know You Are But What Am I?
07. Helicon 2
08. My Father My King

Helicon 2 replaced 2 Rights Make 1 Wrong, which was aborted due to technical problems.

There is a small glitch at the end of Helicon 1, which was on the master and too obscure to repair.


I'm really sorry about the quality of this.  I'd received poor advice of getting as close to the main stacks as possible (though thankfully standing back near the small speakers behind the PA did a much better job for the other main stage bands I taped).  To add to the problems, this was the first time I'd taped in broad daylight, so I got badly security paranoid and hid my mic under my shirt.  The low end needed a huge amount of roll-off during EQ, but this of course doesn't get rid of the huge amount of crowd noise that was around me.  There is something of an MP3 sound to the whole thing - a combination of the LP2, EQ and dreadful taping location/technique.

However, if you can get past the sound quality, this is a great show to listen to, though I must admit I'm biased.  I'd never really heard Mogwai before this, but within a few minutes of You Don't Know Jesus, I knew I was going to get heavily hooked.  When Stuart announced their last song a full twenty minutes before the scheduled end of their set, I knew I was about to be hit with something special.  On a sunny Friday evening, in front of tens of thousands of completely bemused human beings, My Father My King was utterly awesome.  It was closed with the most artistic and gentile guitar smashing I have ever seen.