Nestled within the trees of Henham Park woods, shrouded in the metaphorical shadow of the grand Obelisk stage atop the hill, Latitude offers music lovers a multitude of glories to enjoy. The iArena and Alcove stages for example, tend to showcase bands on the rise, exciting and extremely talented artists, these stages offer a reasonable introduction to festival life in quieter, more organic surroundings. Then there is the Other Voices stage, new this year it is perhaps the most beautifully bedecked of all in its makeshift barn by the lake with a line up that would be good enough to thrill most punters regardless of what was happening elsewhere.
Yet these relatively intimate and wonderful surroundings are nothing compared to the comparatively tiny set-up that is the Inbetweeners stage. A small platform organised by Access to Music and CultureWorks East, it sits between the kids area and the Greenpeace woodland activity area. Not the most glamorous of stages perhaps and certainly not one that brings in the big crowds. It is ostensibly a place where Access to Music students get to perform and experience the festival environment for the first time.
It is here though, in these inauspicious environs, amongst whispered excitements for surprise sets from Ed Sheeran and Thom Yorke, that a musical revolution is taking place. In front of probably the Inbetweeners largest ever audience and with (we’d wager for the first time) label reps sat atop the dusty hillside, two young ladies are delighting and befuddling in equal measure. Let’s Eat Grandma have come to play and we’re not sure Latitude knows what is hitting it.
At just 16, Rosa and Jenny might just be the most exciting and remarkable act we see all weekend. Their show, and it is a show – not just a gig, is avant garde organised chaos and is utterly captivating. They move about the stage, seamlessly swapping from instrument to instrument, keys, drums, sax, triangle, strings, even a recorder or two make an appearance as the pair sing, chant, shriek and enthrall. Experimental, punky, rebellious and poppy, there is no way to adequately describe the level of imagination and creation at work.
The pair slip effortlessly from moments of synchronised glee to apparent confrontation. It’s spoken word, it’s dance music, it’s discordant and harmonic, spiky and cushion soft, there is humour and foreboding darkness. If it was an art installation piece you’d be amazed but here, in the woods on this tiny stage with two teenagers in matching sparkly jackets, platform shoes and tumbling tresses of hair that are about as wild and wilful as the music they make, it is just astounding.