£20 of your British pounds gets you 8 stages, great bands, good organisation, and no queues
Foals - Bloc Party gone gay disco. I'd bet good money on one of them being called Hugo, and I'd very much like them to fuck off back to whichever minor public school they came from.
The Whip - Peter Hook called, he wants his bassline back.
Blood Red Shoes - ahhh shouty girls with guitars. Shambolic, but lovely.
Pull Tiger Tail - along with New Young Pony Club in the acceptable face of New Rave category
Pete and the Pirates - twee'er than a Man From Delmonte b-side. Shy bespectacled indie boys, apart from the drummer, who's clearly in the wrong band. I think he's fey for pay.
Maps - the band that ended my brief A&R career. When I put it to my record label, in no uncertain terms, that if they were too fuckwitted to sign them, then they clearly hated music and we had no future together.
