“I don’t have to sell my soul”
What began as a straight-up live review, a celebration of how a new band has tapped into the soul of Shiiine and its people, changed overnight. Pastel was going to be the story: a young group reigniting the electricity of The Verve, with flashes of Oasis and Ride stitched through their sound.
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That was the plan.
Then, on 20 November, the tragic news broke that Gary “Mani” Mountfield had passed.
Everything stopped. The words felt hollow. As Steve Mason put it so perfectly, “we were left without the nation’s cooler older brother”. I spent the days afterwards humming ‘Waterfall’, sometimes singing it under my breath while holding my newborn and my two-year-old—often with tears running down my face, thinking, the review is pointless.
Then Shiiine On resident DJ Dan Fulham dropped his tribute to Man on Cyndicut. Grief turned to celebration. Music felt joyful and meaningful again.
From sweatbox venues to supporting Liam at Knebworth, Pastel have been blowing the competition away. As they stride onto the main stage at Shiiine, their raw power has the gravitational pull of the Death Star, hauling in a huge crowd.
Onstage they had the nerve to bite the hand that fed them, mocking their own set length, taking the piss out of the festival machine, and doing it all with that feral spark Mani never bothered to hide. Draped in pristine Spezial, they didn’t just take the stage, they seized it. Not with empty swagger, but by dragging us straight into their world. No smoke, no gloss, no industry-approved sheen. Just the volatility of youth and great songwriting.
Mani’s passing brought back memories of the kind of character he was. A lovable rogue, opinionated, defiant, challenging, and welcoming. The kind of presence the modern industry has pushed to the margins. And yet, in Pastel, that same collision of talent, attitude, and warmth is happening again.
Watching Pastel so soon after losing Mani made something clear: the lineage isn’t broken. The spirit of character, of charm, of defiance, of music that hits you square in the chest lives on.
Maybe that’s the point after all.
“I’ve got heroes blood running through my veins”