The official Glastonbury Programme described Sharkey as the 'Robbie Williams of Hardcore', and boy, at 3.30 in the afternoon on the openning day of the festival, did he ever fucking entertain us!! But that's where the comparisons end. Forget camp, cheesey pop covers and make-up, this was an hour of pure, unadulterated, liquid trancecore, and a set in my opinion that would piss all over Fat Boy Slims stinking 9.30pm set and would leave our cheeky MC come DJ with no regrets. On the way to the dance tent I must admit I expected a real flogging of the Hardlife album, after all this was a perfect opportunity to promote his fine release, especially after the praise it got in the programme. But how wrong could I be. This was truely Sharkey at his finest, sure Product of Society appeared in the set, but ever the innovator, he had his sights aimed firmly on the horizon. Blinder after blinder rang from the 20ft speakers, and the hardcore crew were out in their droves, really making their DJ feel at home. The set progressed perfectly, with Sharkey (and Energy alongside for company), shafting a continuously growing crowd with ever harder and cutting edge tracks. Whistles rang out and horns echoed, and the man himself looked like he was enjoying it just as much as the punters. Sharkey at Glastonbury? Whoever says Hardcore's dead should be thrown in the chemical loos!! An hour later and it all seemed to end to quickly. The crowd was gagging for more, and already over his time limit, so was Sharkey who was finally instructed to leave, the miserable faces of next act, Binary Finary, knowing they couldn't live up to their predicessor's performance. Hanging round outside the tent after packing up, he mingled among the public talking to anyone who recognised him and showing he's a bloody nice bloke. I'd like to see Robbie " I'd shaft myself if I could " Williams do that! Twat.
