Eagulls’ musical stylings are hard ones to pin down, especially demonstrating such a varied evolution in the way they do, but the instant the group begin to open up their world of swirling sonics to their audience, there’s very little chance of escape. Not that anyone is looking for an exit point.
The crowd assembled might be one of the smaller of the weekend, but the bands performance offers no shortage of sensation. Frontman George Mitchell gives himself up to the moment, swaying into the microphone with intense focus.
The audience are equally as lost in the music. The more ardent fans at the stage front barely seem to stop moving, whilst towards the back people seize the opportunity of empty space to twirl and dive to the melodies – a particularly energetic group of friends starting their own six-person circle pit.
Resounding with a deep fervency, the group are certainly more suited to darkened venues than open fields. The few words they speak between songs are barely discernible, but the music they play speaks volumes.