Their interview beforehand talked about how they've added lost of extra percussionists to sound more like Stop Making Sense era Talking Heads.
Obviously God wasn't having that.
Used to be that you couldn't go 20 yards without stumbling on an electro-swing act doing a version of The Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy From Company D with lots of wub-wub effects. But not seen many in the last couple of fests.
I'm not one to kink-shame, but the weirdos who thrive on getting pissed and shat on are going to have a great Glastonbury.
The other 199,998 of us, less so.