Stage: Reading, NME/Radio 1 stage

Time: Sunday, 1.30pm

Dress code: The band wrong-foot their fluorescent fans by wearing black.

In summary: It's been a big year for this Leeds-based grime-punk five-piece. They've racked up over a million plays on their MySpace page, signed to a major label and even coined a phrase - with the Indie Sindy namechecked in That Girl, That Boy. Only 12 months ago they had never played a gig, but now they pack out the cavernous NME tent without any visible or audible difficulties. Super-tight, they orchestrate a dance-off between one side of the tent and, like true professionals, seem unfazed by the inflated condoms bouncing around the crowd. And keyboardist Alice has stopped looking such a misery at last.

Highlight: The crowd singing all the Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah yeah yeahs during Tuning In.

Better than: you'd think.

Worse than: the best festival dance bands: Too Many DJs, The Prodigy, Daft Punk...

Talking point: The fashion U-turn from the band. It's like when Kate Moss started wearing flares the minute ordinary people got their heads round skinny jeans.

Where they'll be this time next year: Realistically, not here, unless this new rave thing has even more legs. That said, the lyrics of The Bounce suggest they have ambitions to fulfil: "I could just be pop's latest fad/ I wanna have a dance like Whigfield had."

Mark out of 10: 8