The 1993 festival. Unfiltered, unnarrated, and unlike anything else in British music film.
The year is 1993 — the last of the great old-school Glastonburys, before the BBC arrived, before phone masts, biometric tickets and wall-to-wall coverage. A hundred thousand people in a Somerset field, completely unobserved, completely themselves. A group of young film-makers captured the whole thing in rich, glorious Cinemascope: not the headline acts on the Pyramid Stage, but the real festival — the stone circle at sunrise, the rave tents and wandering performers, the parachute games and the Krishna food queues. The Verve in their very first festival appearance. Spiritualized spending their entire fee on a fireworks display. Porno For Pyros. The Orb. The Lemonheads. The music, the magic, the midsummer madness. No voiceover. No talking heads. No presenter telling you how to feel. Just Glastonbury, as it was.
“Marvellously honest. Beautifully shot. The most impressive festival movie this reviewer has seen.” - Time Out