When Alex Crossan performed at Reading Festival last year he incited a whirlwind of excitement that felt destined for greatness. Performing significantly higher on the same stage tonight, that same excitement swelled to a fever pitch that proved impossible to resist.
Mura Masa’s music is like a drug: addictive, intoxicating, and the cause of delirious action. Riding a wave of elation following the release of his self titled debut earlier this summer, the applause that greets the musician as he steps out onto the stage is nothing short of rapturous. Guest vocalists empower from the spotlight, dancing like there’s no tomorrow (it’s the last day of the festival, so what does tomorrow matter anyway?), but it’s him who holds the spotlight, smiles, charm, and energy invigorating the tent like nothing else. “You know, Reading was the first festival I ever went to,” he declares between songs. If the extravagant movements of the audience are anything to go by, the moment is as special for everyone gathered as it is for him.