Warpaint, Friday, Crawdaddy Stage
Atmosphere: The Crawdaddy Tent packs up with a rather static if largely appreciative crowd to hear the LA all-female four piece's murky grooves. And some bloke inexplicably waves a lightsabre.
High: How awesome their almost dancing drummer is. But namely when the entire tent springs to life during Undertow, a brilliant song, an awesome rendition, and an audience that lapped up every tempo change.
Low: The dodgy sound during Composure.
Quote: "WHY YOU WANNA BLAME ME FOR YOUR TROUBBBLLEESSS" - girls in daisy chain headbands yelling the lyrics to Undertow at each other.
Verdict: Mightn't have been the best idea to peak with half an hour to go playing the brace of Composure and Undertow. They certainly looked like they were having fun, especially given it's their last gig for a while. But although Warpaint's debut is a fine record, their downtempo musings don't make them the most engaging festival band on the block. Luckily they pull it off, just about.
Stars: ***