Those unfortunate few who hadn’t yet discovered slovo, and were turning up on mass a little too early for Billy Bragg, were rewarded with their Glastonbury 2004 moment of serendipity – everybody has at least one. As the rain came down I was just glad to find cover in the Left Field Tent, but then, joy of joys, I found I’d walked into the charming and supreme sound of slovo and smiled.
slovo are exponents of edgy, political, music about the world we live in with the politics and song so subtly intermingled - and seamlessly stitched together into art and ideals - that they somehow leave you reeling, rocking and, at the same time, socially conscious.
Since bursting onto the scene with the excellent album “Nommo”, slovo have managed to not only maintain their reputation, but enhance it without losing track of their experimental musical style and deft politic ideals. This was a stunning stuff; grinding beats with ecstatic bass riffs combined with the occasional acoustic guitar (the smallest I saw at this year’s Festival) and mind boggling dance routines.
Overall, powerful images and a solid, eclectic mix of sound expertly executed. So, all I have left to say is thank you slovo, you made my day.