Ke$ha: Hot, dangerous and blue in the face Pic: Copyright Drew Farrell
Looking like she’d been camping since last year’s T in the Park, Ke$ha dominated the Main Stage, swept in an American flag with ripped tights and wild, cavewoman hair.
Complete with incestuous dancers smeared in blue lipstick, which look like it had been transferred face to face with body fluids, Ke$ha impressed, taking charge of the chaotic crowd with her onstage deviance and instrument swapping.
Playing a trendy amount of synth, it wasn’t long before the writhing rogue was armed with what looked like a petrol pump, wielded like a gun. Bizarre, but Ke$ha worked it much like her show from start to finish. Next up was what can only be described as a guntar, though she didn’t appear to have the skills of Slash. You can’t have absolutely everything I suppose. I‘m pretty sure she‘d also traded half of her hot pants for this impressive collection of toys …
After banging her own glitter filled drum, hits We R Who We Are, Tik Tok and Blow made a positively explosive show to rival Gaga, albeit if Gaga shopped in Asda for her props rather than Waitrose.
As if onstage frolics in a glitter-filled orgy weren’t enough, a stage crash by a giant pear and a penis added to the circus which ended in a ticker tape shower, Blah Blah Blah, and cartwheels. In Ke$ha’s on stage attire it was certainly a new take on this innocent playground classic.
Seeming positively demure in comparison, you’d think The Saturdays were giving out free kisses with King Tut’s Wah Wah Tent at capacity. Dressed in floaty shades of Summer, the Notorious pop packages led the tent through a sing song of their hits delivered smooth and slick with carefully choreographed dance routines.
Leading the way for the girl bands of today, their almost genetically engineered performance was flawless, churning out favourites Missing You, Issues and Ego before their version of Aloe Blacc’s I Need A Dollar. Having recently performed the hit on Radio 1’s Live Lounge their version had hands in the air and shout along participation, dusted in diva harmonies with pout.
Whether rebellious or sugar-sweet, today it would seem sisters are doing it for themselves at T with no shame in the manufactured gluttony of pop.
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