After a heavy night, Saturday morning starts with a dose of your average man-about-town rock. The On-Offs (3/5) are the Ordinary Boys/Artic Monkeys/Hard-Fi all over again, singing about the everyday trials and tribulations of your average bloke, though their emphasis on heavy riffage within a three piece dynamic stands well against the others in this genre.

The 747’s (3/5) try to liven what little crowd they have acquired with their own brand of cross genre rock and roll and cheeky chit-chat. The highlight is when bassist Ned Crowther takes to the mic and keyboard for the funky ‘Nature’s Alibi’.

Suzanne Vega (4/5) joins the afternoon bill straight off the plane from New York and gains the biggest crowd reaction of the morning as they aid in the percussion of ‘Tom’s Diner’ and ‘Solitaire’. Her velvety vocals sooth a hung-over crowd in the hazy festival sunshine. For someone who should be jetlagged she easily charms the eager listeners.

A disappointing Upper Room (2/5) remain largely static on stage whilst they run through a large portion of their latest album Other People’s Problems. Their standard indie-pop is aimable, but you can’t help thinking there are far too many ‘ooohs’ and ‘aaahs’, which when coupled with their limited stage presence gives the overall impression of a dull band.

Golden oldies The Proclaimers (4/5) make a grand festival return after a decade long disappearing act. Like Marmite, you either love the or hate them, but even the most sceptical would be hard pressed not to be warmed by the nostalgic set of favourites ‘Letter from America’, ‘Let’s get Married’ and the cast iron ‘I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)’, which initiates the predicted mass sing-along.

Blighted by the possibility that England’s first match in the World Cup could severely slash spectator numbers, The Kooks (4/5) attract a crowd the size you would expect a headlining act to have; you literally cannot move for bodies as the lads start their well received set. All their singles were feverishly lapped up, with ‘Naive’ gaining a mass accompaniment.

The large crowd gradually thins out as Dirty Pretty Things (2/5) take to the stage. There is a reason that Pete Doherty sang in The Libertines: Carl Barat cannot. His muffle vocals smear over their overly pretentious garage-rock, and render well known tracks such as ‘Bang, Bang You’re Dead’ and ‘Deadwood’ unrecognisable, which is probably a good thing.    

An over subdued Editors (4/5) rip through a packed set without so much as muttering a word. ‘Blood’, ‘Munich’, ‘All Sparks’ and ‘Bullets’ are all there as well as new song ‘Bones’ which all get the crowd going. As ever the band give a perfect musical performance with Tom Smith doing his trademark crazy stuff. A cover of Talking Heads ‘Road to Nowhere’ draws the set to a close, which ends with them violently throwing their instruments on the floor and swiftly buggering off. Someone is being overworked, I think.

By early evening Kate Moss saunters on stage to introduce Primal Scream (3/5), but she seems to go largely unrecognised. Bobby Gillespie has learnt his lesson from last year’s infamous Glastonbury slot, and is relatively straight laced during tonight’s performance, although he does get slightly mardy when the crowd applause doesn’t meet his satisfaction. Opening with ‘Movin’ On Up’ the Primals ran through a hit packed set including ‘Kill All Hippies’ and the predictable ‘Rocks’. The nostalgic set is marred by the fact that Bobby’s wishy-washy vocals are severely drowned out by the band, as if they actually now realise that he warbles his way through gigs.

As the sun goes down, uncle Dave Grohl brings us pure Foo Fighter (5/5) rawk. Although the Foos’ set is identical to their set played at last year’s Carling Weekend (OK, they have more lasers this time around) each song is furiously sung back to the band. As ever all the favourites are here, so much so that you have to wonder how they actually get around to playing newer stuff.

As well as all the Foo staples being played, older tracks like ‘Hey Johnny Park’ also get a look-in. Dave is on top form tonight, joking around with Primal Scream and dedicating ‘Stacked Actors’ to them and thus showing the Primals how it’s done. You see, it’s the personal touch that Dave brings to the Foos live shows that has made them the gigantic group that they are today. The encore sees Taylor Hawkins swap roles with Dave to sing the acoustic single ‘Cold Day in the Sun’, which in all fairness doesn’t really work, but the extended family atmosphere is kind of contagious so no one really cares. A solo ‘Everlong’ closes their encore, which although sung with such feeling, could actually have been done better with the rest of the band in tow.