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Today’s big disappointment were The Pogues in the Green Room. Shane MacGowan tried his best, God love him, but the sound was awful and he looked as lucid as the entire population of The Priory put together. Pair of Brown Eyes was still a goose-bumps moment, mind. " -- Belfast Telegraph
That would seem to be it for the Irish contingent. Unless of course you remember that, over in the Green Room, there is the small matter of THE POGUES. A lot of people have remembered it would seem as they are running to get there in time and soon the tent full barriers are up. It looks like that, even in this temporary world of guitars, haircuts and fashionable bands, there is still a place for the songs of one Shane McGowan. It’s a million miles away from the voyeurism that surrounded Amy Winehouse, the tent instead full of genuine affection and respect. The band respond by sounding better than anyone could have hoped with even Shane’s vocals coming close to hitting the spot. A resounding triumph and even a little moving in its own way. -- State magazine
Semi Naked In Somebody Else's Green Room aka. Negative Review: The Pogues at Oxegen '08 21 July, 2008
By Positive BoredomFull URL<...>Immediately afterwards I went up to the Pogues, it was kinda obvious that the place would be pretty packed and I wanted to get into the thick of it without killing some people. I walk into the tent, work my way to the front(go down by the side then walk in towards the middle is ALWAYS the most effective way).
With another half hour or so til they were due to begin, I've a little look around at the rest of the crowd.
From observing the crowd you could presume:
- It'd be a pretty high energy(to an extremely annoying level) crowd for the whole half hour before the gig, as every single person there was wearing a GAA jersey!
- It'd be a violently aggressive crowd, as every single person in the crowd was chanting "Shane-O, Shane-O" and following it up by saying to each other "He's a fucking legend".
-It'd be perhaps the biggest shower of bastards at the festival gathered into one place, as they kept chanting out "I.R.A. I.R.A. I.R.A." to the beat of Chelsea fucking Dagger then suddenly jump into the eternal anthem for bastard that is The Fields Of Athenry(y'know the version with all the IRA bacing vocals?).
That I'd have no one to talk to for the godawful half hour before me.
All that happened during this time of note was how I decided to risk my life against all these drunks by pointing out the Pogues are a british band.
Half an hour later the whole band come on stage, all looking very professional and proper and all... then MacGowan comes on.
In all probability, I think the sight of him was the most hateable thing I've seen in years. Stumbling his way towards the mic, he attempts to grab it and nearly falls over. The crowd cheers, he puts on a grin of extreme arrogance that nearly makes me laugh from how pathetic he looks.
By this point I felt I was overcome with negativity to the point of being incapable of enjoying myself. Yet from the second they started it was brilliant, I was in a perfect mood for a crowd that violent and they did not disappoint.With a crowd that lively, I cannot help but enjoy it with the right amount of whiskey in me.
However, It. Was. F*cking. Packed! It was ridiculously hot, so much so that even I had to take off my jacket after 5 minutes... jumper after 10, shirt after 15 and finally my vest after 20. Which is not something I would do lightly by the way. Around this point I (literally) bump into some of my friends who made their way to the front.
3 songs from the end it was starting to get uncomfortable, this was only made worse when a f-cking 10 year old pops up in the packed area! The little shit was clearly on a suicide mission, he looked like he was gonna die. What's worse though is I was right beside him so it looked like he was gonna die partly due my presence.
I solved my guilt by giving him the last of my water. Therefore I wouldn't be responsible for his death, I was even compelled to start trying to help kill him now cos at least I gave him water, no one else done anything!
I decide to leave before they play Fiesta, which would've led to my death. Great atmosphere. Great band. Did anyone even hear a single word come from MacGowan's microphone though? <...>