Name: Jeffrey Lewis

Where and when: Alternative stage, 1.30pm, Saturday, Reading

Dress code: And just when I was saying that bands had been making an effort in the wardrobe department this year along comes Jeffrey in a Daniel Johnston T-shirt and scruffy jeans. To make sartorial matters worse, his brother Jack on guitar is sporting stonewash denim shorts - classy!

Who's watching: A small but devoted tent of indie nerds happy to run to the front as soon as the previous act finished - officially the most polite stampede of the weekend.

In a nutshell: The confused (pained?) looks on the burly security guards' faces tell you all you need to know - Jeffrey Lewis is the anti-Reading, a troubadour who lacks volume, sleekness and headbanging fans but makes up for it by owning a heart that's bursting with charm. Jeffrey's last album consisted purely of cover versions of songs by legendary anarcho-punks Crass, and today it's these that sound most impressive. In fact, the sweetly mumbled lyrics to the likes of Systematic Death and I Ain't Thick, It's Just a Trick pack a bigger punch than Rage Against the Machine's overly obvious rants. And, if you're not in the mood for fighting the system, don't worry - there's songs about dusting your window ledge and getting dumped too.

High point: New songs such as Broken, Broken, Broken Heart (so new it's still a working title) prove that Jeffrey's got a knack for writing charming 60s pop melodies, without dampening his lyrical wit.

Low point: The big drunken guy who charged to the front during The Last Time I Did Acid I Went Insane. He drowned out the comedy lyrics by screaming "Accciiieeeeed" at the top of his lungs. The crowd were too polite to tell him to pipe down.

How hard did they rock?: Your grandma's chair rocks harder than Jeffrey - even their Crass covers are twee as folk.