Crystal Castles, Main Stage
Crystal Castles, Main Stage:
Alice Glass doesn't sing: she shrieks.
The frontwoman of Canadian electro-experimentalists Crystal Castles also regularly throws herself into the audience, bounces energetically around the stage and looks suitably cool from behind her purple hair and white-rimmed sunglasses.
The problem is, Crystal Castles have zero tunes to back up Glass's uber-hip posturing. The only explanation for the huge crowd accumulated at the main stage is their presumed enthusiasm to get their Saturday night dancing shoes on early – but even the extravagant light show and the addition of a live drummer to Ethan Kath's synthesized soundtrack does nothing that a Clubland compilation couldn't better.
This is horrible, empty nothingness masquerading as music. Their set also finishes a whole twenty minutes early; if it wasn't so terrible, we might have cause for complaint.