Wild Beasts
Obelisk Arena
Sunday, 14.40

Another British band who have, until now, been drowned out by the clamour of American indie are Kendal-via-Leeds good ol'boys Wild Beasts. But surely, with the release of new album Two Dancers imminent, this is all to change. They look, and sound, like nothing else you'll see at Latitude, even if they do follow this unconscious thread of skewed masculinity and gender that seems to have followed us through the Festival. Hayden Thorpe sports a metalworker's mullet and a denim waistcoat, though that voice comes from the throat of no coarse man. But perhaps that's what makes Wild Beasts so special, and what provokes such bemusement among certain parts of the crowd. They're just too slippery to define - part teatime dance band , part rough marauders, seducers, heart breakers and victims of love's cruel twists all. "We're just brutes, hoping to have a hoot" they sing. A hoot was had, and no mistake.
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