One of the most magical moments of the truck festival for me was hearing The Low Anthem perform. They are a low key, low-fi eccentric bunch who are obsessed with recycling instruments and appear to turn their hands to every instrument under the sun including trumpet, clarinet, dulcimer, the pump organ and even the saw. They recorded their latest album in an abandoned pasta sauce factory.
They played this song, which a former band member had scribbled down before he left in the dead of night.
A lady next to me with spiky red hair burst into tears uncontrollably half way through the performance.
We all understood.
It’s one of those songs that just releases any kind of pent up emotion inside of you. It is raw and heartfelt and tender. To me it sounds just like pure emotion would feel, or as one fan on you tube puts it “all I can say is that this song makes me wanna cry like a bitch every time I hear it”.
It was a powerful moment of shared emotion in a crowd; a moment of haunting beauty.
Here are the faces of the crowd, listening, watching, whilst they played it …