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From Craig David’s intergenerational Glastonbury success to Tim Jonze’s run-in with Marc Almond, pop stars and Guardian music writers pick their musical memories of the year
There is something uniquely thrilling about being in the audience at a show that, as it progresses, starts to give off a feeling that it may be the zenith of the artist’s career thus far. That is what being in the audience during Stormzy’s set at Glastonbury felt like. He seemed to perform the whole thing in a state of stunned disbelief: at the size of the crowd he’d drawn; at the vociferousness of their reaction; at how obviously he held them under his sway, so that the minute he mentioned a moshpit one erupted in front of the stage. But for all his incredulity, you could see why Stormzy has ended up grime’s biggest breakout star. He was both magnetic and appealingly gangly; he radiated charisma and everyman charm. He gave an angry, impassioned speech about the “fuckery” of the Grenfell Tower fire. He seemed like the right pop star for now.