Kasabian review, Happenings: A resurgence that few would have expected

Sign up to Roisin O’Connor’s free weekly newsletter Now Hear This for the inside track on all things music Get our Now Hear This email for free Get our Now Hear This email for free SIGN UP I would like to be emailed about offers, events and updates from The Independent. Read our privacy policy Leaping about in a mad mop of denim tassels at Kasabian’s not-so-secret Glastonbury gig last weekend, Serge Pizzorno looked like a Hungarian sheepdog with a giddy case of the zoomies. Instead, there’s an abrupt jump cut to the disco-bass pulse of “Darkest Lullaby”, on which Pizzorno laments a lack of destination: “I don’t know where I’m going now/ Can we get back to the start?” Has he set his flying saucer down on the wrong planet? open image in gallery Pizzorno doesn’t tell stories so much as chuck out phrases for revellers to snag onto Things get grittier with “Call”, which owes a debt to the Nineties punk-rave scene. So against the gnarly industrial grind of “Bird in a Cage” – with its nods to Gary Numan’s retro-synth semitones – you catch “don’t get me wrong” and wonder if you might be.