That’s all from me then folks! What a night we’ve had. Coldplay soothed Glastonbury. Michael Eavis sang My Way. And Tom Watson made Rastamouse the new Shadow Defence Secretary.
Thanks so much for reading, it’s been a blast. Alexis Petridis will have a proper critical review of Coldplay posted here shortly. And we’ll have all more reviews of today’s acts on theguardian.com/music from 7am tomorrow morning.
Goodnight!
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Cue fireworks. Cue rousing piano chords. Cue goodnight everybody. That was Coldplay headlining Glastonbury, then.
Snap verdict: No musical boundaries were broken during the recording of that show. It was lightweight and soppy and – at times – it could pass you by a little. But it was also euphoric and comforting and it connected with the crowd. There were some touching moments. And it felt a bit like what a lot of people needed right now to soothe their troubled minds. So fair play to them.
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Michael Eavis is on now and Chris Martin is begging him to be allowed to do one more song.
Now he’s singing My Way. Michael Eavis that is, not Chris Martin.
No seriously, Michael Eavis is singing My Way to close Glastonbury 2016. Not sure where we can go from here.
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Apple, Moses and some other kids are currently on stage, prepping to be the next Coldplay when this one retire.
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They’re doing one more! They’re never going to stop. We’re going to stick here, listening to Coldplay forever. Or at least until Tom Watson has finished compiling the Labour shadow cabinet, which currently consists of him, Chris Martin, Guy Berryman, some guy he met in Shangri La at 3am last night and Peppa Pig.
Coldplay are about to end soon. You may think that’s good news. But it means you have to leave this world of fluffy neon play-pop and head back to the real world. The world of Boris Johnson and Brexit and bad things happening.
“One more! One more!”
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This means Coldplay will be joining some other band on stage at Glastonbury 2053 (it was a muddy year).
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Coldplay are now playing Stayin’ Alive with Barry Gibb. Alexis Petridis will be loving this bit. Added at least a star to his review I’d say.
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Timely reminder – arguably two hours too late – that you can get herpes from wearing a Coldplay Xyloband.
Relax kids, I’m joking. They don’t recycle them so you can’t. I don’t think. I don’t know I’m not a herpes expert am I?
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Michael Eavis has requested a Bee Gees song on the big screens. They’re bringing on Barry Gibb to do it. I have a feeling, call it a hunch, that this might have been planned. They’re going to do a version of To Love Somebody.
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They’re now playing a reading of The Guest House by Afghan poet Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi while we await their return. And now there’s a rendition of Amazing Grace.
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Coldplay have left the stage. What hits do they have left for an encore? My Coldplay knowledge is not the best I have to admit ...
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Tom Watson update: he’s just made Guy Berryman shadow chancellor, despite the fact the shadow chancellor hasn’t actually resigned. “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore, I just need my bed,” he said. “Wake me up when it’s over.”
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Chris Martin is talking about Viola Beach, the young band who tragically died following a car crash earlier this year. He said they reminded him of their early days. And he wanted to create an alternate future for them by letting them “headline Glastonbury for a song”.
So instead of their cover of Bowie’s Heroes, they’re playing the Viola Beach track Boys That Sing on the big screens. It’s a touching tribute to a band who never got their chance to get big. Here’s our explainer on their story ...
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Coldplay have just tweeted this picture from the stage. But hang on a minute, if Coldplay are playing, then how are they ...
#ColdplayGlastonbury pic.twitter.com/AI4MWZum37
— Coldplay (@coldplay) June 26, 2016
Tom Watson update: he’s currently listening to this version of Fix You and having an epiphany. He’s thought of the same Fix EU jokes as us. And he’s decided to appoint Chris Martin as the new shadow leader of the House of Commons. “I just reckon he’ll do a beautiful job,” he said, before sobbing again.
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This Coldplay set is relentlessly upbeat but has become a little one-note, so over to Ben Beaumont-Thomas for this review of Grimes on the Park Stage ...
An incongruous burst of global hypercolour amid a dour, drizzly sunset, Grimes smashes her way through a fizzing set of electropop. Backed by a guitarist given to theatrical shredding and two dancers bearing ribbons and swords, it’s an N64 moodboard come to life – with the explosive drops of World Princess Pt 2 and the sing-song malevolence of Oblivion being two particular highlights.
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There are a lot of lasers and there’s a lot of neon at this show. According to Craille Maguire Gillies who is in the crowd, security gave out thousands of WaterAid wristbands that are synced to light up in time to Coldplay’s light show.
They’re also copying Adele and firing out pretty confetti. Here’s a picture of that too from John-Paul Nicholas ...
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There’s a Muhammad Ali speech playing out on the big screens. As it fades out we get the arpeggios to Clocks, which I have already promised to play live on the piano at Harriet Gibsone’s forthcoming wedding to Chris Martin.
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I’m quite jealous of Gwilym Mumford. He gets to see LCD Soundsystem play the Other stage while I get to live blog Coldplay from Kings Cross. He’s currently going wild with the cowbell (James Murphy, not Gwilym, although you never know with that guy ...)
In a massive two fingers to us mud-coated proles, James Murphy emerges onto the Other stage in a suit of pristine whiteness. Not on, frankly. Still all is just about forgiven by the time he gets the cowbell out for a ferocious rendition of Daft Punk Is Playing at My House and follows it up with and even better I Can Change. Nicely played, sir.
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Latest crowd proposals update ...
Amazing scenes. Chris M asked and I said yes! #shocked #guardianglasto pic.twitter.com/T35Y2ELPue
— harriet (@harrietgibsone) June 26, 2016
They’ve just stopped a song. They’re all out of tune. It’s the piano so they can’t tune it.
It’s a shambles. There’s no plan! Is Michael Gove around to help sort this out?
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Tom Watson update: he’s just arrived back home but is currently on his knees sobbing uncontrollably to this version of Paradise. “It’s just too much, too beautiful, too sad,” he said, before adding: “Don’t suppose you know anyone who could replace Chris Bryant as shadow leader of the House of Commons?”
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If we’re going by these rules then surely every Coldplay song can be about the EU?
Clever Chris, turning The Scientist about the EU:
"Nobody said it was easy. It's such a shame for us to part."
The good news is I seem to be enjoying Coldplay. The bad news is they’ve already spunked away the two songs of theirs I like and still have over an hour or so to go ...
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Chris is at the piano now for The Scientist. He has a better piano-playing posture than me. This set is as soft and warm as a goose-down comfort blanket. I think maybe that’s what I need right now – nothing challenging please, just tell me it’s all going to be OK. Preferably in a major key.
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It wouldn’t be an hour on the live blog without a review from Kate Hutchinson now would it? Here she is again, churning out the wordage for Mac DeMarco
Thank the Glasto gods for Mac DeMarco. It’s been a grim day, with a potted lineup, so it’s about time that a band had a sense of humour. The US psych-slacker rockers take the John Peel stage in matching raincoats and bucket hats, then demonstrate how waterproof they are by spraying beer on each other. “Dry as a bone,” Mac concludes, ripping open the poppers to reveal his bare chest. They are the kind of band who’d steal your weed and give you a wedgie but their stage patter and blissed out tunes are endearing enough to win you over anyway.
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Very, very happy to see Tim's name at the top of this liveblog. He was so far wedged up Adele's backside yesterday, many of us thought he'd never re-emerge.
Fortunately someone seems to have retrieved him and he appears to be safe and well. Let the good times commence!
Thanks for looking out for me Kevster. I admit it’s strange. I don’t like Adele’s music but thought last night she managed to connect completely with the crowd and that’s what makes a Glastonbury show special. Then again, maybe the emotions of the past few days have been getting to me because I’m finding this Coldplay show quite uplifting too ...
“We came here a little bit scared of the world,” says Chris. “But coming here restores my faith.”
Clearly he didn’t see that rubbish flashmob attempt at recreating the EU flag up by the Stone Circle.
The stars are shining for us. Chris came along for us. He wrote a song for us. And it was called Yellow.
This is early to throw out the big hits I hope he’s written some other ones for later.
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A Head Full of Dreams kicks things off. Chris Martin is pushing his hands up towards the air. The audience is comprised solely of young blonde girls, or at least it is if the BBC camera person is a reliable sounding board.
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Coldplay arrive on stage to quotes from Charlie Chaplin’s The Great Dictator. “And the power they took from the people will return to the people!”
Er, can you please take the power back we’re clearly useless with it ...
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They’re reliving the last 127 Coldplay Glastonbury headline slots on BBC2 at the moment. Just tuned in to see Chris Martin playing piano and singing about the mud. They’re about to go on any time now ...
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Alexis Petridis has been out in the rain watching Beck. His hands were apparently too soggy to even type notes onto his phone. That’s the kind of weather the troops are facing out there right now while I’m sat here, warm, dry and savouring a decent glass of Saint-Émilion. Here’s AP’s take on Beck ...
If you’re standing in the mud and you don’t give a damn say ‘hell, yeah!’,” cries Beck Hansen, more attuned to his current surroundings than his band’s pristine outfits suggest. He cannily introduces new material by turning it into an audience singalong, segues from Think I’m in Love to a cover of Donna Summer’s I Feel Love, gets his band to introduce themselves by perform brief snippets of Prince’s 1999, Kraftwerk’s It’s More Fun to Compute, Chic’s Good Times and David Bowie’s China Girl: the latter might have made for a more heartfelt tribute if Hansen had known the words, but those standing in the mud failing to give a damn clearly decide that it’s the thought that counts.
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As part of my ongoing series asking why Remain lost the referendum ...
Everyone ready for the Coldplay Brexit remix? #guardianglasto pic.twitter.com/hkHvlGx88d
— harriet (@harrietgibsone) June 26, 2016
Ben Beaumont-Thomas is actually at PJ right now and has this to report ...
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PJ Harvey on the Other stage
Backed by nine burly middle-aged blokes, PJ Harvey plays songs of lust and war with one foot in blues rock, another in a kind of timeless plainsong. Phrases are passed over and over like rosary beads, as she frets about a society given to slaughter - except on To Bring You My Love, which turns love into a kind of Job-like trial. These dirges arguably need LCD Soundsystem or Earth Wind and Fire to take the edge off afterwards, but are utterly riveting.
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PJ Harvey is about to play live on BBC4. She’s adorned with blue feathers and is slowly walking on to a funereal drumbeat for Chain of Keys. Party time!
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Tom Watson update: he’s just left Reading and is crying every time he sees a tree outside the window because “one day, I guess everything beautiful must die”.
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Earlier, there was talk of a flashmob recreating the EU symbol near the Stone Circle. Our own Alicia Canter went down to capture this wonderful show of love and was confronted with this ...
What is this? What is it supposed to be? No wonder the Leave campaign won ffs.
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Down below and everyone can hardly wait for Coldplay’s set ...
Adele one night. Coldplay the next.
Oh, to be young and hedonistic again.
Last night someone proposed to their girlfriend during Adele’s performance, and our own Marta Bausells was there to witness it (and, er, gatecrash their magic moment by hastily interviewing them). Gregory Porter clearly thought he could outdo them (is he reading this live blog as well? I wouldn’t be surprised knowing what a fan of my writing Porter is) – on BBC4 he’s just finished singing to a couple at his show who popped the question at the side of the stage.
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Kate Hutchinson is clearly reading this live blog, too. She’s seen Mumford’s ELO review and said: “I’ll raise you with a Craig David interview filmed live from a muddy cabin.” The ball’s in your court now Mumford, whatcha gonna pull out of the bag?
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Gwilym Mumford has been reading this live blog. He’s been reading it and he’s been thinking: “Kate Hutchinson is the most prolific reviewer at the Guardian?! We’ll see about that.” He’s not having it at all, and so he fired off this lengthy take on Jeff Lynne’s ELO for you all to enjoy ...
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Watching from the comfort of my home, it seemed like a muddy Glastonbury but nothing like the year when there was a month’s worth of rain in three hours and tents were literally sailing away down rivers of mud. However, according to the stats, it was the muddiest one yet. And Michael Eavis is blaming climate change for it.
Anyone who tuned into yesterday’s live blog will get no prize for guessing who has filed the first of this evening’s reviews. Kate Hutchinson is a one-woman review machine, who only pauses to eat and sleep, and even then fires off the occasional hot take mid-dream. Here’s her thoughts on Ellie Goulding who played the Pyramid stage earlier ...
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Ellie Goulding on the Pyramid Stage
A sizeable crowd has amassed for Ellie Goulding’s prim synthetic pop but, though her tunes are finely twiddled for maximum euphoric effect, they hardly light up the greying sky or indeed anyone’s imagination. Goulding looks stilted and uncomfortable unless she’s banging her drums and letting her primal side run loose. “Let’s raise some hands please. That’s quite a few of you. Good,” she says tersely, by way of an intro. The crowd may just want to pogo to her chart dance hits but better are her acoustic ballads that strip away the chipmunk-range backing vocals and show a glimmer of the raw sweetness and genuine emotion that shot her to fame in the first place.
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Last night we watched Adele play Glastonbury for the first time. Tonight we watch Coldplay play it for the 87th. Will they triumph? Will they fail? More importantly, will Tom Watson’s Glastonbury comedown have kicked in by the time he’s dealt with the collapse of the Labour Party? According to my sources, he’s currently sitting on some bongos in the rave carriage as his train back creeps towards Reading.
The best thing about this photo of Tom Watson is that they've managed to capture his actual thought bubble. pic.twitter.com/oFwd8opvo8
— hrtbps (@hrtbps) June 26, 2016
You can join me for the build up to Coldplay’s set here. I will be watching on BBC2 (Jeff Lynne’s ELO are currently rocking out) and BBC4 (er, a period drama at the moment) while I attempt to keep you posted with all the updates from our reporters on the ground. It’ll be fun. Actually I can’t promise you that. But I can promise you that you will definitely get £350m in cash for every hour you keep reading.
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The Bee Gees were the Coldplay of the 70's. Mega successful, woefully uncool, loathed by critics!