Last weekend, we were lucky enough to be invited to V Festival with Pringles for their summer party tour.
Pringles kitted 1883 out with everything we could ask for at a festival. From a Pringles tent, to ponchos and crisps, naturally, we were ready for an epic weekend at V.
On the first day, Tom Odell caressed our ears with “Another Love” and brought some tranquility to the Essex fields. We then headed over to the MTV stage and caught the greats The Wailers, and dreamed of Bob Marley. We stayed for Blondie, and the crowds bellowed at the top of their lungs to cherished iconic tracks such as “Call Me” and “Heart of Glass”.
We headed to the main stage to catch new British crooner Ed Sheeran as the sun was setting. Sheeran’s new sound was a perfect introduction to the star that was to emerge in the evening: the master JT.
We refuelled and headed back to camp before lift off, and were impressed by the new Pringles Speakers which were perfect for campsite parties. Designed to fit into the Pringles infamous tube, each speaker can be cleverly attached to another, allowing you to build sound, layer upon layer.
After drinking up, we headed to catch headliner Justin Timberlake. What a performer, what a show. We agreed that Justin was Michael Jackson’s prodigy. I would go as far as saying it was one of the best live performances I’ve ever seen. From new material “Suit and Tie” to the old classics “Señorita“, and a beautiful acoustic version of “What Goes Around”. I think a few people fainted when the intro of “Cry Me A River” seeped in. After the show we saw a helicopter overhead, and knew that was Justin making his grand farewell ( we wouldn’t expect any less).
The next day, we bathed in the sun to Chic Ft Nile Rodgers. We wondered if this was what heaven looked like. Nile, the man, the legend, tickled our tastebuds with “Get Lucky” and we danced at the alter of the late 70s to classic “Le Freak”. When “Good Times” hit, everybody clamoured on stage; probably the first time I’ve ever seen the stage full of normal folks having a boogie. We stayed at the main stage for Rudimental, who lit summer on fire with “Feel the Love”.
Nothing could prepare us for the beauty that was about to be upon us though. Adonis, Demi-God, the chosen one, or you could call him Paolo.
Paolo Nutini’s “Caustic Love” has turned the nation into hot, sweaty, teen fan monsters. I am going to go as far as saying that Iron Sky is the most transcendent, beautiful, pure, raw song I’ve heard in years. The very thought of Paolo performing this gospel on stage made me buckle over. The girls gazed at the monitors, I saw dribble; the guys gazed at the monitors, I saw dribble.
Paolo is a star that kindly landed on earth to make us believe in, well, love. The gritty, chilling, painful essence that creeps out of every word he sings, is what beauty must sound like. Flames rose on the stage, as the torture and passion of Iron Sky serenaded the spectators. Divinity.
Once our heads settled on a lower cloud, the 15-year old in me still present, we were greeted by a sparkly pink blazer and a lightning bolt mic stand. This could only be Brandon Flowers’ doing. The Killers take us all back to watching the O.C, it might have been Essex, but a girl can dream.
Farmers would have heard yells of, “I’ve got soul but I’m not a soldier” fleeting in the distance. We had to wait almost two hours for the classic two, the beasts, the anthems, but when “We Were Young” and “Mr Brightside” finally came, bliss.
Thank you Pringles.