The beats were massive and the old guy was happy to be there. Although, I’m not entirely sure he knew where he was. He did refer to the crowd as “Russians” on several occasions and ordered “Russian children” to dance. He was clearly high! Even lit a few spliffs on stage.
All in all it sounded like a stoned grandad singing karaoke reggae. Nevertheless, when you are 79 you can afford to be as punk as you want.