Name: Glasvegas

Where and when: Festival Republic stage, Sunday, 8.10pm, Reading

Dress code: If we hadn't already used "none more black" for their Glastonbury show, we'd use it now

Who's watching: A winning combo of beery lads in football shirts, Scottish flag-wavers and sensitive indie types who connect with The
Pain.

In a nutshell: It takes a certain kind of magic to unite football fans with fey types, but such is the genius of James Allen's lyrics.
Flowers and Football Tops deals with senseless inner-city violence, It's My Own Cheating Heart That Makes Me Cry tackles guilt and betrayal whereas Daddy's Gone articulates the pain of being fucked around by your own dad. And the crowd? They jump around like they're singing Cigarettes & Alcohol.

High point: When the instruments cut out during Daddy's Gone and James Allen bravely risks not singing his vocals, letting the crowd take over for an entire verse.

Low point: Those who've had cheeky previews of the album (OK, so that's mainly annoying hacks) would have killed to have heard SAD Light or Ice Cream Van.

How hard do they rock?: The tempo is pretty lethargic, but theirs is a wall of sound that makes Hadrian's effort look like a paving stone.