THE LAST NIGHT AT THE FAIR

Is it our imagination or has Edith left Colin to run things on his own? He seems to be way overexcited at the news that the bassist of some band has taken all his clothes off, promising we can see the genitalia after 9pm. We can't think of a single bassist whose bollocks would induce anything other than a desperate scramble to get some other screen on. Press red indeed.

Then it's over to Brian Wilson - shots of the audience suggest he's mainly being watched by puzzled young people: who is this bloke with his tribute-to-a-wedding-band band playing rather mid-market covers of Beach Boys songs?

Mercifully, we're saved by the appearance of Garbage on the other stage - where Interpol were undermined by having to appear in the daylight, Garbage have brought their own darkness; wearing a short, diagonally black-white slashed dress and hair firmly back to red, Shirley Manson prowls , flirts and stomps an audience (or at least the front bit of it) into squishy submission. It's in the fields of Somerset that bands are tested, and often it's the quality of their frontman which sets the memorable apart from the merely talented.

Oh, it looks like Edith's returned now.

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