Right now if I close my eyes I could be in the middle of a festival crowd, my chest hit by the rumbling bass, my arms in the air, my soul lifted somewhere higher.
Michael Franti and Spearhead's latest album is just about the only thing I've been listening to since Saturday. Uplifting, demanding, dancing, angry, unforgettable.
Ignore The Observer's attempted assassination of the record. This is perfect festival music. Good job you'll be able to catch them perform live at 2145 a week on Monday isn't it?
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