Festival watch: Hop Farm Festival, Paddock Wood, Kent
For a festival that proudly boasts its lack of commercial branding, Hop Farm's choice of Saturday headliners - Pigeon Detectives and the Fratellis - seemed odd: neither has a fanbase especially known for its horror of corporate sponsorship. Meanwhile, being forced to give away pairs of £125 tickets with a £9.99 raincoat seemed to be a tacit admission that marketing, actually, might have been a good idea.
Mercifully the raincoats weren't needed once but Saturday certainly could have done with a bigger crowd. It didn't faze Florence and the Machine, though: resplendent in a billowing white number, Ms Welch could have wooed all of Glastonbury.
White Denim delivered a storm of filthy garage rock, with the wild-eyed James Petralli a dead ringer for The Shining-era Jack Nicholson. They were outdone, though, by frenetic Glaswegian five-piece Dananananaykroyd, who proved even sillier than their name. "Fight pop" (their self-described sound) was a happy misnomer, particularly when the moshpit "wall of death" was reinvented as a "wall of cuddles". A beleaguered security guard was even charmed into delivering the final guitar strum.
A sunny Sunday afternoon found its perfect soundtrack in bittersweet pop from Mystery Jets but was followed by the Twang, whose bland, baggy rock was punctuated with badinage about a band member being a "gayboy". Doves raised the tone again before Paul Weller rounded things off with a dad-pleasing, hit-heavy set.
Best performance Florence and the Machine.
Overheard "Oh my god an open bar! Oh no, 'bar open'..."
Best discovery Dananananaykroyd.