Nile Rodgers and Chic: Live at Glastonbury 2017

As Nile Rodgers points out from the stage, the last time he played Glastonbury was four years ago, on the West Holts stage – touring with a new version of the Chic Organisation was one of his responses to being diagnosed with an particularly aggressive form of cancer. Their shtick was exceptionally slick back then: four years on, with Rodgers cancer-free and fresh from volunteering at Grenfell Tower, it’s slicker still. Rodgers has a back catalogue preposterously over-stuffed with sublime music: the latterday Chic’s skill is presenting it as a kind relentless, mind-boggling barrage, without slipping into wedding disco cheesiness. There are obviously omissions – there’s no room for Dance Dance Dance, My Forbiden Lover or Thinking of You, but it seems fairly churlish to quibble in the face of a set that steamrollers the Pyramid stage crowd: We Are Family, Le Freak, Good Times, Get Lucky, Upside Down, Let’s Dance. The crowd’s response is pretty delirious, but that seems only fitting. As Nile Rodgers points out from the stage, the last time he played Glastonbury was four years ago, on the West Holts stage – touring with a new version of the Chic Organisation was one of his responses to being diagnosed with an particularly aggressive form of cancer. Their shtick was exceptionally slick back then: four years on, with Rodgers cancer-free and fresh from volunteering at Grenfell Tower, it’s slicker still. Rodgers has a back catalogue preposterously over-stuffed with sublime music: the latterday Chic’s skill is presenting it as a kind relentless, mind-boggling barrage, without slipping into wedding disco cheesiness. There are obviously omissions – there’s no room for Dance Dance Dance, My Forbiden Lover or Thinking of You, but it seems fairly churlish to quibble in the face of a set that steamrollers the Pyramid stage crowd: We Are Family, Le Freak, Good Times, Get Lucky, Upside Down, Let’s Dance. The crowd’s response is pretty delirious, but that seems only fitting. As Nile Rodgers points out from the stage, the last time he played Glastonbury was four years ago, on the West Holts stage – touring with a new version of the Chic Organisation was one of his responses to being diagnosed with an particularly aggressive form of cancer. Their shtick was exceptionally slick back then: four years on, with Rodgers cancer-free and fresh from volunteering at Grenfell Tower, it’s slicker still. Rodgers has a back catalogue preposterously over-stuffed with sublime music: the latterday Chic’s skill is presenting it as a kind relentless, mind-boggling barrage, without slipping into wedding disco cheesiness. There are obviously omissions – there’s no room for Dance Dance Dance, My Forbiden Lover or Thinking of You, but it seems fairly churlish to quibble in the face of a set that steamrollers the Pyramid stage crowd: We Are Family, Le Freak, Good Times, Get Lucky, Upside Down, Let’s Dance. The crowd’s response is pretty delirious, but that seems only fitting. As Nile Rodgers points out from the stage, the last time he played Glastonbury was four years ago, on the West Holts stage – touring with a new version of the Chic Organisation was one of his responses to being diagnosed with an particularly aggressive form of cancer. Their shtick was exceptionally slick back then: four years on, with Rodgers cancer-free and fresh from volunteering at Grenfell Tower, it’s slicker still. Rodgers has a back catalogue preposterously over-stuffed with sublime music: the latterday Chic’s skill is presenting it as a kind relentless, mind-boggling barrage, without slipping into wedding disco cheesiness. There are obviously omissions – there’s no room for Dance Dance Dance, My Forbiden Lover or Thinking of You, but it seems fairly churlish to quibble in the face of a set that steamrollers the Pyramid stage crowd: We Are Family, Le Freak, Good Times, Get Lucky, Upside Down, Let’s Dance. The crowd’s response is pretty delirious, but that seems only fitting.