Glastonbury 2005

Julien Temple whittled down 54,000 minutes of home-movie footage to create the ultimate Glastonbury movie. You can practically taste the mud, says Patrick Barkham.

Pop: Between Glastonbury and Live8, Kathryn Flett went to see Keane at home in Hastings.

· In the inviting shade of the Eartheart cafe tent in the super-relaxed Lost Vagueness, drinking chai, shoes off reclining on mats listening to cool, stoned sounding world music. Nice.

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Johnny McHugh has created these two mini sound documentaries of the Glastonbury festival for us. Click here to listen to Friday (contains one use of bad language), and here's Sunday and Monday.

Press review: ... the Glastonbury festival.

Dorian Lynskey's full review of yesterday evening's music br/>
He announces, "We're a punk rock band and you're a bunch of fucking hippies," says "fuck you" to any Kylie fans in the audience, and accuses everyone of being complacent cattle. The only way he could have caused more offence would have been by wheeling on an effigy of Michael Eavis and setting fire to it.

Shirley Manson of Garbage.
Photograph: Bob Rose

So, it's all over bar the shouting about who was best. And though Primal Scream's Bobby Gillespie probably takes the prize for noisiest advocacy of his own band, the bones of this year's Glastonbury are being thoroughly picked over elsewhere.