In this bizarre parallel universe in which in I stand, a straw hat spins its way towards my outstretched hand. It has just left the hand of Kasabian’s lead singer Tom Meighan, who continues to bellow his band’s greatest hits to a riotous crowd gathered inside a marquee tent in the middle of a Lincolnshire field.
This all sounds a bit unrealistic. Kasabian are these days more commonly found playing headline shows at Glastonbury or Leeds and Reading.
Indeed, it is a little too good to be true. What I’m actually watching here is not the real Kasabian. It’s Kazabian, the world’s first tribute to the Leicester band.
Regular readers of this here blog (there are a few!) will know my obsession with Kasabian borders on the insane, so I’ll admit to being a little apprehensive as to what the copycats would be like. But I have to say they very much brought the Kasabian essence to Winterton.
Meighan’s doppelganger accurately portrayed the singer’s energy and enthusiasm, while the guitarist made for a frighteningly realistic Serge Pizzorno lookalike.
Sound wise they were pretty impressive too, encapsulating the crowd with many a singsong, and rounding off with the rabble-rousing Fire.
The only track that I felt was a little flat was Switchblade Smiles, although it must be difficult to achieve that thundering sound within the confines of a tent.
Aside from that, it was a cracking set. And bonus points for including (and doing justice to) my favourite song I.D.
Preceding that, The Stone Roses tribute, The Real Stone Roses, had kicked things off nicely, again with some excellent renditions of original Roses material. The lead singer also had the necessary cocky swagger of Ian Brown.
The night was rounded off with the high octane music of The Prodigy in the shape of their tribute Jilted Generation, although I must say I was slightly disappointed by this performance. It seemed mainly to entail very little lyrical input and a little too much bouncing around the stage (I guess this could be argued to be accurate of the real Prodigy too though!).
Several local bands also performed earlier on to warm things up nicely, and all in all it was a good day. I’d certainly recommend a Fake Festival as a cheap way to listen to good music.
Having seen the real Kasabian five times in concert, in my mind I know there’s nothing that will ever rival a Kasabian gig. But the show that Kazabian put on was as good as any tribute could hope to be, and they definitely stole the show on Saturday.
Thumbs up from me!