While many came over green and Irish on Saturday, the Womad crowd typically enjoyed the bigger picture of a rainbow-hued, multicultural music festival with more than 400 performers from 21 nations entertaining (and educating) under a cloudless Taranaki sky. It was a day of sunscreen, silly hats, neo-hippie interpretive dance and music from almost every corner (sometimes a very small cranny) of the globe.

From Kashmir, Shivkumar Sharma offered the mesmerisingly meditative and metallic sound of the santoor (supporting drone from tamboura and cicadas) which also reached thrilling heights when the energy levels and tabla (drums) kicked in.

And the Palestinian brothers Le Trio Joubran (playing lute-like ouds) drew a huge crowd for their music which could be as dramatic as it was plaintive and imbued with yearning. No surprise the CDs sold out after their appearance.

Not every act was as successful: Diego Guerrero and band from Spain proved something less than the sum of their parts, although when the Afro-Cuban and flamenco threads came together the large crowd got the opportunity to dance, albeit briefly before it unravelled again.


Similarly Alabama 3 from Brixton in unplugged mode - tripped-out rave music mixed with non-specific politics and American country blues - drew a large and expectant audience (some only there to hear them play the theme from The Sopranos perhaps) but lost momentum with a drawn out, broody piece followed by slow and soulful treatment of Joy Division's Love Will Tear Us Apart. People drifted away, because at a Womad there is always something else to see.

On the main stage, Lo'Jo delivered a fine set of melancholy poetics (in largely indecipherable French), North African melodies, searing violin, hypnotic kora and pounding percussion. They were gripping, but didn't translate much beyond the audience at the front in the Bowl of Brooklands amphitheatre.

The Mahala Rai Banda from Romania suffered similarly. Despite rollicking energy, one piece blurred into another.

Australian blues guitarist Ash Grunwald, with Vika and Linda Bull on backing vocals, delivered a thumping set of distorted blues which linked swamp rock with Chicago's South Side.

New Zealand acts held their own - Batucada Sound System, Groundation (with Jamaican links), the Yoots popular with their blend of singalong Maori songs and what seemed like a woozy horn section beamed in from Ratana brass bands - and although Pajama Club (Mr and Mrs Finn with sons Liam and Elroy alongside SJD) hardly seems like Womad fare, they pulled a large and appreciative crowd for their rock and pop set. The only band to play Laneway and Womad, and play Bowie's glam-rock Moonage Daydream at a world music festival?

Womads are always about the unexpected but word was out on Dobet Gnahore from the Ivory Coast who had the most enthusiastic audience of the day as she and her tight band played into the setting sun with a rare passion. By turns the handsome, dreadlocked and colourfully attired Gnahore was regal, righteously angry (about politics in Africa), breath-stopping (beautiful ballads delivered in an astonishingly powerful voice), funny (tapping an imaginary watch as the band took crowd-pleasing solos) and athletic as she danced, prowled the stage and engaged the audience. Absolute standout and the talking point of the festival, and a long queue when she was signing CDs.

Womads are also more than music - most diverse and edible food at any festival, hands down - and the workshops also pulled curious punters, none more than for Anda Union from Mongolia who demonstrated that peculiar art of throat singing. There are also artists in conversation and to hear the great Baaba Maal, who wowed the crowd on Friday's opening night, discuss with Nick Bollinger his childhood and formative musical influences was a real insight.

With workshops, artists introducing food from their region, special seating areas for those over 65, kids under 12 free with an accompanying adult, free water and good bars, Womad offers fascinating music and dance from around the world and close to home. The Taranaki air even cured the cold I'd had for a week. Can't argue with that.