It's pissing it down at Glastonbury, but only momentarily. People have the power, according to the opening gambit of Coldplay's pre-recording played via tannoy, and he's absolutely correct. Only a band who has pleased the British public incessantly over the course of seven albums can draw a crowd this gargantuan for its fourth record-breaking headline set (on Sunday, June 26) at mate Emily Eavis's playground. Cat eyes light up the line of the stage's triangle in red for the first time ever. Optical illusions negate the need for any protestations of "All right, it's our favorite place in the world!" by Chris Martin before launching into "Yellow" only two songs in. But he enamors us anyway.
Five flares set off around me on the top of the hill while yellow wristbands unite a crowd of 180,000 people. Really, anyone who has not chosen this set for their entertainment tonight is an idiot. "I'm scared about the state of the world but the people of Glastonbury restore my faith in the world, so thank you," says Chris Martin. "Every Teardrop Is a Waterfall" joins the crowd in unison, and the flags of countries around the world wave thorough the dark clouds and ominous skies. Only a couple of songs in, thousands of papier-mâché butterflies are soaring into the sky before depositing themselves in the mud. And then "The Scientist" encourages the first site-echoing sing-along around the perimeter. You really believe that Chris Martin can lead Great Britain to a light-infested ring of friendship.