THESE CHARMING MEN

Ricky from the Kaiser Chiefs seems to have lost something at Glastonbury; with Colin and Edith he had the excuse of having been hanging around for 24 hours to explain why he looked dishevelled; but he'd looked a site when he was actually playing, too. And they had the VT to prove it. The other notable thing about the Kaiser Chief's Saturday set is that when Ricky went crowd surfing, the security guards looked a lot less bothered about trying to get him back than they did when Pete Doherty went into the crowd. In fact, they looked more worried when the giant inflatable dinosaur went into the audience.

Brian Wilson - who cropped up rather a lot in the early part of this evening - differed from Paul McCartney's set last year quite crucially. McCartney clearly wanted to be loved, and was desperate to touch each and every person from the front of the stage right back to the people already queueing to leave the car park. You could see it his eyes. Wilson, though, had the air of a man who, happy to have had his air ticket paid for and was running through the options he'd seen on the Holiday Inn tea menu for when he got back.

The really frightening thing about Rufus Wainwright is that he doesn't look like his Dad. Except when he sings. As he starts to sing, he morphs into the young Loudon. Then he stops singing, and he turns back into Rufus. It's uncanny. To make it easier for us to tell the difference, though, he wore some flowery pyjamas on stage.

Earlier in the day: Steve Lamacq told 6Music's The Music Week that the Futureheads doing Hounds of Love was the "best thing I've ever heard."

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