The Fratellis

Muse and the Arctic Monkeys are playing on the main stage. Over in the NME/Radio 1 tent, Coheed and Cambria are keeping legions of emo kids nicely moist. So why is the Carling tent not only crammed until it's seams are bulging, but overspilling a dozen people deep outside?

The answer is one of the quieter success stories of the year. With little fanfare of publicity, The Fratellis have become the band to see. By the time the band hit the stage the tent is already uncomfortably full and more people pile in as the set goes on (no-one leaves; even if they were mad enough to want to, there is no way they would be able to get out). From the opening bars of 'Henrietta' the whole tent is one seething moshpit and the pace never lets up. The only blemish are the johnny-come-latelys who spend their time calling for 'Chelsea Dagger' and who fail to take in the magnificence of the other songs, especially the brilliant set closer 'Sneaking Up The Back Stairs'. Tents are definitely way too small for this band.