Do we really need to discuss Kanye West's weekend at Wireless Festival? If you somehow missed all the noise, which in all fairness we contributed to, head here. Long story short: Kanye played a bunch of songs spanning his career, and annoyed a bunch of people along the way. What's new?

Instead, we'd like to discuss the performances that really mattered. A very special shoutout to Earl Sweatshirt who managed to sound great throughout his criminally short set. Oh, and of course Tim Westwood - who cemented his place as the festival's biggest douchebag (frequent references to "pussy" just seems weird). Did you know he's 56 years old?


I've seen enough bands reform over the past few years to know that OutKast's Wireless set should leave me tired, upset and massively disappointed. However, I couldn't escape the feeling that I needed to do this, no matter how devastating it could be to my childhood memories.

Like most self-respecting OutKast fans, I like the old stuff (ATliens and Aquemini in particular) and feel indifferent to their most recent material (Idlewild and Speakerboxxx/The Love Below). I'm also the kind of asshole that will tell you he doesn't like 'Hey Ya!', when he secretly does. The thing is, as much as Stankonia paved the way for commercial success ('B.O.B', 'So Fresh, So Clean' and 'Ms. Jackson') - it would be hard to really knock André 3000's "celebration of how men and women relate to each other in the 2000s" when it essentially paved the way for the duo's ability to claim prominent slots at commercial festivals across the globe (especially outside of the States).

The issue with "making it big" five albums into your career is that your audience will reflect that - a problem I could see unfolding early on here - but over the course of the hour they guaranteed sales of their back-catalogue from anyone in attendance. Simply put, it was fun. Do you remember that word? "FUN". There was an abundance of "fun" back in the early '90s, before we swapped it with taking endless photos of ourselves, and to a certain extent the duo tapped into that.

Head here if you care about setlists, but if you're using these words to make a decision about seeing them live this summer, just fucking do it. They're still the best hip-hop group of all time.

Chance The Rapper

Without trying to make this site the official shrine to Chance The Rapper, his Wireless set on Saturday was breathtaking; another landmark in a career trajectory which is currently playing out like the escalators at Angel station (albeit much faster). But how could the rapper top last year's London show?

Backed by a full live band - Chance bounced across the stage like a young James Brown as he ran through a selection of songs from his Acid Rap mixtape ('Cocoa Butter Kisses' being a highlight), a slice of 10 Day ('Brain Cells') and his now-famous take on the Arthur theme tune. It was last year's show, but with a budget.

Did we mention he's playing a show in London next week? Do everything you can to go see him.


Let's get it out the way early: YG's My Krazy Life is probably the best rap album of the year so far. If you've yet to spin it - which is entirely possible - it's essentially a 'party' album tipping its hat towards classic West Coast records from the early '90s. We've seen that done before, but this album feels entirely unique in that it manages to do both extremely well (pretty damn impressive for a studio debut).

Despite my love for the album, the first thought that went through my head as I finished up the final millilitres of my beer was: "It won't be that busy". "IT WON'T BE THAT BUSY". Idiot. The nervous energy of the crowd made for an explosive set - which sadly ended prematurely (possibly due to how packed the tent was); but for those 20-30 minutes Keenon Daequan Ray Jackson played host to the year's best party. Go seek that album out.