Nothing, says ANDY HEDGECOCK, can rescue this undistinguished amalgam of ponderous melodrama and shallow philosophical speculation
SHAMABALA has a well-earned reputation for being thoroughly enjoyable. It’s small enough to be fully relaxing, without the freneticism of its mega-fest cousins such as Boom Town and Glastonbury but with enough going on to keep you permanently stumbling upon wondrous new little nooks and crannies.
To call it a hippy Butlins doesn’t quite do it justice but is not far off the mark. There is even a “social club” marquee with stand-up, cabaret, tribute acts and karaoke in which a few redcoats would certainly not be out of place.
There’s a giant kids’ field too, along with workshops aplenty featuring everything from vocal training to interactive games illustrating the nature of fiat money and the power of private banking.
EWAN CAMERON picks out two fascinating music shows, fusing the Korean, and the Celtic, with the modern
CHRIS SEARLE urges you to listen to two new albums by the US Indian pianist VIJAY IYER
The Bard does Bearded Theory, and lodges a complaint about bandnames
STEVE JOHNSON relishes a celebration of the commonality of folk music and its links with the struggles of working people the world over



