i apologize to my small readership for not reporting on wino's bestival performance, but quite frankly, there isn't much to say. she showed up late, played a short set, seemed out of it. i've scoured the net and can't find any videoclips. so here's tim jonze's review for the guardian, and i believe this is verbatim...Who: Amy Winehouse
Dress code: Nautical but nice - the band are all decked out like sailors, while Wino sings ("sings") from behind a ship's steering wheel.
Who's watching: The biggest crowd of the festival so far - and most of them are clearly here for the car crash.
In a nutshell: OK, so I'm one of about three people on earth who watched The Wino play Glastonbury this year and came back proclaiming it a triumph. But if Guardian blog commenters thought that was a bad show, they should have seen this. Admittedly, things got better. They had to - the first song (Addicted, I think) was barely recognisable, thanks to the fact Amy only sang about 23% of the lyrics. But even when she got her voice back, the whole thing felt a bit nasty, overstepping the increasingly thin line between troubled genius and total shambles. Maybe if we hadn't just spent an hour dancing to Hot Chip, whose rave-tastic set blew the mud halfway to Newport, it wouldn't have seemed so bad. But we had, and in comparison to that, a set of half-sung Sam Cooke and Zutons covers from a woman who could barely stand-up straight didn't exactly top off the night in style.
Bestival: She turned up, she played, there was no riot.
Worstival: The wait for her to get onstage - about 80 minutes, but it felt like hours.
NME's TAKE ON BESTIVAL
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