As the rain finally dies away, The Cult arrive and immediately and perceptibly lift the mood out of the sucking mud. The ballsy rock and fucking roll is perfectly timed in the day and immaculately delivered, the band playing tightly and with a real lust for the occasion. The experience they have accrued in their lengthy career all combines to great effect, making them look and sound like they belong on big stages like few other bands all weekend- not in a sterile, professional manner, simply that they make it look ridiculously easy to walk out in front of thousands of people and deliver stellar performances.

The Cult are a breath of warm fresh air towards the end of a long weekend that hasn'??t had the best of times with the British summer weather, and the troopers who stick around to catch them get the show their constitution deserves.

Rain
Everyman And Woman Is A Star
Electric Ocean
Sweet Soul Sister
Rise
The Phoenix
Fire Woman
Lil' Devil
Dirty Little Rockstar
Wildflower
She Sells Sanctuary
Love Removal Machine