yep, there's a whole big massive infrastructure of authoritarianism underpinning the buoyant atmosphere of love and peace at glasto
= double armored fences, pop-up heliports & no drone zones, 10s of 1000s of security busybodies and petty jobsworths suddenly elevated to roles where they can have anyone canned for subjective breaches of the labyrinthine T&C, layers upon layers of of privileged access based on wristbands and superexpensive tickets/elite freebies, tom cruise, sinister, secretive strategies for managing the masses and general disdain among the locals and festival hierarchies for the lumpen ticket-buying normies, lack of care for inevitable casualties, highrollers on golfcarts head off for gourmet nosh at their superluxury yurts, ripoff junk food and comestibles for the rest to the point where it's expected and laughable, ironic sweatshop bucket hats, meme shades and naff inflatables on an epic scale
and the throbbing heart of it is financial behemoths spewing corporate product over cowed crowds from behind impenetrable barriers. it's a farm after all