An arduous trek through a particularly muddy campsite (“itâ€™s Glastonbury,” quips one passer by) is enough to bring out the misanthrope in anyone, but at Leeds Festival itâ€™s only worsened by the tantalising knowledge that there are bands playing while youâ€™re wrestling with tent poles.
I finally make it into the arena in time to catch the last two songs of Broken Recordsâ€™ set â€“ which is certainly a pleasant surprise, as they sound roughly like Arcade Fire would if theyâ€™d been raised in the highlands. Theyâ€™ve obviously taken to the stage late though, as headliners Grammatics should have been playing by now. Indeed, their set is curtailed after just three songs – including the glorious, six-minute-plus epic â€˜Polar Swellingâ€™.
I blame The Pigeon Detectivesâ€¦ shoehorned in at the last minute to play a â€˜secretâ€™ show, it later transpires that they ran well over their allotted half-hour, to the detriment of the (far better) bands who were to follow them. Still, every cloud has a silver lining: at least I was still trying to put my tent up while they were playing.