It’s probably some DNA memory inside us all that sucks us into the festivals year on year, a congregation intent on getting out of the loop for a while and exploring new ways of living...y’know, sitting round fires, making a racket and drinking mead, furtive ground for forming new social ideologies... if only we could remember. The notion of hedonism has been hijacked and capitalised so y’all don’t have to worry none about anybody else or that weird politics stuff neither. With the G20 protests looking more like some ironic poll-tax re-enactment, people filming people , filming one person putting a window through , only a triumph for news anchors and digi-cam sales; politics in music has never seemed such an unlikely proposition.  It’s not without exception as even Lily’s having a pop (‘fuck you very much!’), but I’m not holding my breath for a Fascist Groove Thang  dubstep re-rub and as far as festivals becoming a forum for exploring real social change, I fear we’ll still only be one nation under T-mobile.