One two, princes to adore you, just go ahead now. Bring me flowers, nay roses. Butter and guns, guns and flowers. Or maybe FINCH. Loudness, Americaness, tight fitting riff screaming jet damage locked inside the Session stage. Pretty warped for the first ons.
MOLDY PEACHES' blend of filth and innuendos explicity survives almost intact from the tiny club circuit to the largeness of the Main Stage, whilst VON BONDIES bring the Main Stage crowd, noise, and vibe with them to the club sized Evening Session tent. Jason Stolcheimer is everyone's lunch time rock god in what is one of the best Von Bondies gig ever. They zap through 'Lack Of Communication', 'Cryin'', 'It Came From Japan' before Dolf from New Zealand's hot property THE DATSUNS joins the Detroit fourpiece for a chaotic and fantastic climax.
THE BELLRAYS do the usual Tina Turner playing AC/DC thang a few times whilst SOUNDTRACK OF OUR LIVES show the north how beards are meant to be. LONGWAVE draw a reasonable response on the CARLING STAGE, plushing through their New York City Strokesisms. MERCURY REV rarely impress in daylight, but pull off quite a magical set goth tinged dark loveliness, burning widly around the romantic beauty that much of their last LP, 'All Is Dream' possesses.
THE DANDY WARHOLS' psychedelic vibe charger is the ultimate afternoon sunriser, and far from sounding chored as they often do, everyone's favourite advert band bring their Bohemian soundtrack to the masses.
THE DATSUNS fulfil every drop of hype, swallow every good rock and roll cliché to ever be, shake it up and drop it on the head of every tired and wired old fart searching for a bit of soulful music cred. Mr Warner Brothers: they are your worst nightmare. Everything about them is so real and so vitally essential, that their fingerbleeding, ear shattering live show begs for a festival of its own. 'Lady' is also one mightyfine song. Jason from Von Bondies thinks they have too much swearing in their songs. We agree.