Who: My Bloody Valentine
Dress code: Standard casual wear, plus none-more-blank expressions.
Who's watching: People who were huge fans the first time around. Plus, a surprising amount of people who've learned how to dance to deafening avant-noise freakouts.
In a nutshell: With My Bloody Valentine, you're either with them or you're suffering from acute tinnitus. And tonight, we're most
definitely with them. Any worries that MBV's subtle sonic textures might get lost in the 60mph gales are unfounded - in fact, sonically, they're immense. It's only the vocals that get lost in the mix, but the sheer volume is enough to stop you caring about that.
After the timid decibel levels at Reading festival this year, it's great to see a band who understand the art of noise and are given the space to use it. Virtually all of Loveless is given an airing, at a volume that leaves your cochlea reeling, whereas the set ends with almost half an hour of brutal sonic assault, creating a thunderstorm more ferocious than the one that's sinking tents at the other end of the site.
Bestival: Losing vital parts of your mind to the intricacies of the My Bloody Valentine noise machine.
Worstival: Tomorrow's migraine.
