Kneecap Shake Glastonbury 2025 With Rage, Rhythm, and Riotous Rebellion
If there’s one performance from Glastonbury 2025 that everyone’s talking about—whether they actually heard a single lyric or not—it’s Kneecap. The West Belfast rap trio didn’t just take the West Holts stage; they detonated it. What was expected to be a raucous but standard set turned into the festival’s most politically volatile, sonically feral moment. Whether you see them as heroes or provocateurs, one thing is clear: Kneecap have firmly positioned themselves at the centre of the cultural battlefield.
Twelve months ago, Kneecap were a midday curiosity, stirring laughs and chants in the Woodsies tent with irreverent anthems like Get Your Brits Out . Fast forward to this year, and they’re under the global microscope. Between their explosive commentary on Palestine, swipes at UK politicians, and band member Mo Chara facing a terrorism charge for allegedly displaying a Hezbollah flag—these guys aren’t just walking the line, they’re tap dancing on it with steel-toe boots.
Before they even appeared onstage, a video montage blasted through the speakers featuring critics’ condemnations—Sharon Osbourne included—eliciting a chorus of boos from the already heaving crowd. The atmosphere was electric, political, and chaotic. Banners flew high—many for Palestine, some for sheer comic chaos ("I EAT ASS – THAT'S AMORE" among them). Then the music hit.
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And wow, did it hit. Kneecap proved they’re not all noise and no craft. Mo Chara and Móglaà Bap spat verses with unfiltered fury and finesse, showing off tight lyrical control under all the ferocity. The beats—grim, pulsing, lurching between dubstep drops and house thumps—sounded like The Prodigy with a political agenda. Tracks like Fine Art and Get Your Brits Out had the crowd in wild, sweaty mosh pits, turning Glasto’s golden-hour vibes into a riotous release.
They didn’t pull punches with the rhetoric either. “Fuck Keir Starmer,” “Fuck the Daily Mail,” and calls to show up at court hearings blazed through the speakers as casually as others shout for encores. But what’s wild is how this raw defiance only added to their appeal. For their fans, this wasn’t controversy—it was catharsis.
Even the BBC stumbled in how to handle it. They skipped Kneecap from the live broadcast but may stream it later on-demand—yet again proving the establishment doesn't quite know what to do with this three-headed firebrand of satire, resistance, and hard-hitting hip-hop.
In the end, the noise around Kneecap may drown out their actual music—but that would be a shame. Because under all the fire and headlines, these guys are really good. And if Glastonbury is still about giving a platform to the disruptive, the daring, and the dangerous, then this year, Kneecap just gave it one hell of a reason to exist.
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