REVIEW:
It started with the explosive bang of Elton John’s rip roaring take on The Who’s Pinball Wizard and just kept going, absolute banger after banger, power ballads and rock ‘n roll blasters, disco epics and glam rockers all pounding out in an atmosphere of joyous celebration.
Glastonbury just threw the greatest retirement party in pop history. Everyone was there, and I’m not just talking about the stars watching from the side of the stage, including Paul McCartney and every other Glastonbury headliner past or present who could wangle a ticket. It was standing room only on the hillside as every single denizen of the festival turned out to pay their respects, leaving every other stage and field of this sprawling site as empty as a ghost town.
Elton wore a shiny gold suit, sent rippling glissandos of virtuoso piano through the Somerset air and sang like a soulful champion, backed by a quarter of a million revellers singing tunefully along. That is some choir.