Where and when

John Peel stage, 3pm

Dress code

Ice-white dungarees, part Super Mario Bros, part hippy droog

What happened

Every button gets pressed. Indie's latest Brumrock heroes leave nothing to chance, covering all the bases from smashing Nevermind into Pills'n'Thrills and Bellyaches on Follow Baby to dipping their toes into the waters of 80's yacht rock, indulging in a spot of Afrobeat maths noodling and unravelling a dopamine-psych epic in California Daze. It's a mish-mash that gels by sheer force of commitment to a rediscovered indie history, and which is guzzled up in relief that rock music still has alchemy on its whiteboard and fire in its gut.

Who's watching

A couple of thousand people who didn't get the memo about guitar music being over, one of whom has fashioned a cock-and-balls flag for the occasion.

High-point

Lovesick turns out to be this century's Friday I'm In Love. And this century needs a lot more Friday I'm In Loves.

Low point

At one point frontman Harry Koisser straps on a double-necked guitar and indulges in a Floyd prog freak-out. And nothing bodes more ill for a focused second album full of concise pop bangers than Floyd prog freak-outs.

In a tweet

It's like a Shine compilation grew legs