Once again, it’s worth listening to the estimable opinions of Guy Garvey from Elbow who, you’ll remember, previews the Latitude festival in the current issue of Uncut. “Blondie’s my going-out music,” says Guy. “I don’t go to clubs very much, but if I decide I’m going out I put on a bit of Blondie first. I know it’s hard to picture, but I can cut a rug if I need to. I put ‘Atomic’ on every time.”
I can’t help thinking he isn’t alone in having such simple pleasures. When Debbie Harry, Chris Stein and the current battalion of Blondie-blokes step into the Uncut Arena on the Sunday night of Latitude (just before Tindersticks, if you’re a fan of appealingly weird juxtapositions), chances are they’ll receive one of the most ecstatic receptions of the weekend.
For here, after all, is a band who make delirious pop music that’s not anathema to ‘serious’ rock fans. Who have a singer who truly deserves that overused epithet, ‘iconic’, in spite of being a surreally bad dancer. Having seen them at Lovebox last year, there are a few incongruous solos, but they remain pretty great fun. Perfect for the last night of Britain’s best festival, really.