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So the bookies had given 1/2 odds that Kanye would storm off stage due to poor reception, which seems to have been a serious miscalculation.

Because all I could see in the colossal crowd were buzzing fans and people who were warmly receptive to what turned out to be one of the most exhilarating headline slots in Glastonbury’s recent history. I looked, but I couldn’t see anyone who looked like one of the 133,000 people who signed a petition to have Kanye pulled – a campaign motivated by a few hardlined moral objectives, but was mainly fuelled – at its mildest – by narrow-mindedness, but at its worst, racism thinly veiled under phoney protests against materialism or celebrity culture. 

But Kanye didn’t take the bait. The antagonism probably fuelled his fire, but if this had turned into a fight, the story would have been soon swept away by the tides of the Twittersphere. Instead, this was a set to be archived in the history books. Sure, there was a mid-set droop (the flop of Hold My Liquor was particularly frustrating), and an unwelcome visitor, but from the opening of Stronger to a climax during which Kanye literally touched the sky – this was a set that galvanised the younger generation of Glastonbury goers, and ensured that hip-hop at this festival has a bright future.

We’ll have a more in-depth analysis once we’ve let it all sink in.