Hot Milk:
What better way to open the first of several days of music after a two-year absence than with the irrefutably amiable Hot Milk. Full of impetuous Mancunian spirit, vocalist Han Mee commanded the energy of the crowd from the off – based on the sheer volume of pogoers, swaying hands, and sky-punching fists, it was impossible to imagine that it was still incredibly early in the day by festival standards; a testament to just how far-reaching this band’s appeal really is.
Balancing infectious poppy rhythms with all the punk rock bite you could ask for, Hot Milk are a band who don’t just talk the talk, but definitely walk the walk to back it up – in their case, in shiny black Doc Martens, no less! The bass came ripping out from the stage in waves, creating a grumbling undertone over which the guitars were free to rip and roar. Yet there was also an undeniable poppy edge to their sound, with choruses that are as catchy as any number one hit, and well-constructed backing tracks that ebbed and flowed, tying each song in their set together. In many ways, the title of the infectiously raucous ‘Candy Coated Lies’ says it best when it comes to what Hot Milk are all about – seemingly sweet pop structures morphed and twisted into something tantalisingly, darkly enticing. Also, if nothing else, anyone who is brave enough to use the word ‘discombobulated’ on stage deserves a medal – hats off to you Han!