Wide Awake Festival 2025 – The Sort Of Joy That Only Live Music Can Produce
It almost didn’t happen. The outcome of a legal battle between Lambeth Council and a group of local residents found that the council hadn’t applied for proper planning to host Brockwell Live’s one-day festival series, including Wide Awake. This was with a week to go. The stages were up, but would any bands be able to take to them? And then. Even more. After confirmation from Wide Awake that it would indeed be going ahead this year, Mo Chara, of headliners Kneecap, was charged by the Met with a terrorism offence. “They tried to stop this gig”, the biggest the group have ever played, Kneecap tell us as they come on stage, “honestly, you have no idea how close they were to stopping this gig”. It must have been a hell of a week in the Wide Awake office.
But yet here we all were. Walking through the gates, and it all felt normal. Beyond a few spraypainted slogans on the fences, there were no signs of the chaos that had unfolded the week prior. It just felt like Wide Awake. As it should.
Ugly started our proceedings on the main stage, the London-via-Cambridge group providing their now trademark vocal harmonies and folky art-rock. New single ‘Next To Die’ fits in seamlessly with their previous material, and the band themselves weren’t daunted by the main stage setting they find themselves in. Choral, anthemic, experimental; it’s what we’ve come to know and love from Ugly. Next up were the excellent Hello Mary, with the New Yorkers bringing their alt-rock to the Shacklewell Arms stage. Moody and loud, it’s exactly the sort of thing that would’ve been suited to the venue’s very own floors. But we couldn’t stay long. The first UK performance from Sextile since they blew the roof off one of the tents at End of the Road last summer meant they were a must-see, (or a must-see-again in this case). They tried their best to get the party started, but as they themselves admitted to the crowd that had got down to see them, this was too early a slot for Sextile. Their take on dance punk is suited to the early hours of the morning rather than a summer’s mid-afternoon. And even bringing out Jehnny Beth did little to help, despite the ex-Savages frontwoman’s best efforts.
Back in the daylight, there was the part performance art, part musical duo of Mermaid Chunky who enlisted a troupe of dancers to mingle amongst the crowd. And then it was off to catch the dreamy art-pop of Chanel Beads. It may have only been 3 o’clock, but it was already time to catch our breath. Their collage of sounds washed over the crowd in the Dazed tent, and we were drawn into their world. You couldn’t help but to be. Of course, ‘Ef’ and ‘Police Scanner’ were obvious highlights, but the real joy was in watching Shane Lavers and co construct their carefully considered sounds live. After that, though, it really was time for a break. And after having refuelled and refreshed it was time for a secret set, of sorts. Jeremy Corbyn was brought onto the main stage, just before Nadine Shah, to give an impassioned speech on the power of music and the need to protect grassroots music venues, as well as the strength in our country’s diversity, and railing against the ongoing genocide in Palestine. It was genuinely powerful stuff. “Music for the many, hope for all of us” he told us. I couldn’t have said it myself any better, Jezza. Wide Awake might need a new slogan.
It felt like we could’ve gone marching into the streets if they would’ve let us, such was the energy in the crowd. But we couldn’t. So instead we went dancing. Billed to me by a friend as the American answer to Confidence Man, Fcukers lived up to the hype. Harking back to the days of 2000’s club bangers, they got the tent shaking. Bringing an infectious and unrelenting energy, making this corner of Brockwell Park briefly feel like the coolest club in the world.
CMAT kept the fun going with her set on the main stage. The crowd were in raptures, but I don’t think there’s anyone who enjoys a CMAT gig as much as Ciara Mary-Elizabeth Thompson herself. Her country-pop brilliance speaks for itself, but when you add such an irrepressible stage presence to the mix, it really is something special. Joined by the “super sexy CMAT band” (as we were reminded a fair few times), they reeled off the hits. ‘I Don’t Really Care For You’ and ‘Have Fun’ came out early on, before we got a live debut of new single ‘Take A Sexy Picture of Me’. It feels like it’s already a classic. We were all singing along to ‘I Want To Be A Cowboy Baby’ (how could you not?), before she closed with ‘Stay For Something’, and spent most of it clambering on the barricade. It was a masterclass in fun and personality.
Despite the whirlwind that preceded, though, there was a sense of anticipation that lingered in the back of your mind throughout the day. And this wasn’t the usual can’t-wait-to-see-the-headliner sort. Just what would Kneecap do? There had to be something planned. Their answer was to deliver a storming set in front of their largest ever crowd, just as the rest of the world decided to tune in. After a week in which they’ve been making headlines (and really, it’s been a few months), they haven’t lost their sense of humour. “Has anyone been watching the news lately?”. But they’re serious about their message too. They doubled down on their support for Palestine, and once again called out the Israeli state for committing a genocide in Gaza. It is an important message, and one that would continue throughout the set. But then, it was on to the music. From the start the crowd were up for it. Apologies to anyone who decided to watch Peaches instead, (or anyone doing literally anything else in London that night) but this was the place to be. 20,000 Brits singing along to ‘Fenian Cunts’ and ‘Get Your Brits Out’, chanting along with Republican slogans. Here they were in the belly of the beast, and this was what was happening? It could only be Kneecap. Every time you scanned the crowd it was bouncing, with the energy from both crowd and band relentless. The centre was a constant moshpit, and the rest wasn’t much calmer. They ended it in force, with ‘H.O.O.D’ followed by ‘Guilty Conscience’ before ‘C.E.A.R.T.A’ finished it all, with DJ Provai, balaclava and all, ending up in the pit. Of course.
As we funnelled out back into the streets, there was no talk of NIMBY’s, legal decisions, terror charges, or whatever else may have been on people’s minds as they entered only a few hours earlier. Instead, we left with tired legs but beaming smiles; the sort of joy that only live music can produce.
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