We know what you’re thinking: ‘Who in their right mind books a bunch of bile-fuelled thrash-friendly skate punks to play a family-orientated arts festival?’ Huw Stephens, that’s who. And it was a move of utter brilliance.
The festival’s teenage inhabitants (often sidelined to the offensively-named Inbetweeners Teen Area) emerged with curious looks and were prodded, riled and cheered into some of the fiercest circle pitting, walls of death and general carnage TG has ever witnessed – yes, you’re still reading a review of Latitude. The sight of 40-odd ‘thrash-curious’ middle-aged men and women running for their lives, fear in their faces, when frontman Honor directed his hardcore group of ‘thrashers’ at the front to turn around and charge the non-dancing audience behind will stay with us forever. Utter spectacle but brilliant fun.