THE BEST DRUMMER OF THE FESTIVAL
QUEENS OF THE STONEAGE, Other Stage, Friday, 18.10pm
When you have the legendary Dave Grohl bashing on skins behind you, it's an unfair contest really. Yet, long before we even had a clear view of the stage, the phenominal pounding rhythms emanating from the Other Stage were unmistakable in their origin. A different class altogether. Please see our 'Fraday' review for more on this mind-blowing supergroup.
THE BEST 'LIFE & SOUL' ACT...
ALABAMA 3, Pyramid Stage, Friday, 12.05pm
The Jesus Army tried it on, as we stumbled past their canvas commune, beer in hand, late last night. The Satanic T-shirt stall directly oppostite also had a go. However, when it comes to seducing souls, it is simply impossible to compete with a Brixton collective called Alabama 3. Stuck near the bottom of the bill, this band, notorious for being the last men to be carried out of the bar, tumbled out of their bus at 11am, like bomb victims. Yet they bounced on-stage like Andrex Puppies, and spent the next hour preachin', a-singin' and spreading their blissful Death-Country infused Gospel. The sun was a-shinin', the bass was pounding, the mood was light and the comic genius that is the Reverand D. Wayne Love was on better finer than a hillbilly at a dentists' convention. A true Glastonbury moment. Priceless.
THE BEST AIMED SHOE...
The Cooper Temple Clause, Other Stage, Friday, 14.20pm
The trajectory was perfect as the trainer ascended from behind the mixing tower, the slow motion of the moment betraying the stripes of the Adidas Gazelle. The amplifiers let out a satisfying thud, as it pounded into a microphone, which proceeded to beeline its way into the middle of bassist Didz's head. This was twenty first century mousetrap. Fortunately, the amiamble character was unhurt, and the bassist was ok too.
THE BEST 'SUNSHINE BAND'...
The Dandy Warhols, Pyramid Stage, Friday, 15.15pm
With their big hair, big love and frontman Cortney Taylor's big new beard (and newfound ability to officiate weddings - serious!), Oregon's finest bliss merchants really didn't have to try that hard to hold the title of best Sunshine Band. Grooving through a gorgeous selection of 'lizard-rock' anthems like 'Junkie', 'Horse Sized Pills', that mobile phone song and comedy-enhanced 'Amsterdam', the clouds tried and failed to obscure the euphoria.