Wild Beasts, Main Stage:
Wild Beasts may hail from the UK's Lake District, but it's always sunny in Ireland.
At least that's what co-vocalist Tom Fleming thinks; in fact, he's so convinced of his propensity to sunburn that he publicly claims Irish lineage somewhere down the line.
They've played outdoor gigs here before, but their sunshine-imbued mid-afternoon slot felt like a precarious positioning for a band with deep, dark and often gloomy grooves.
Nonetheless, they pulled it out of the bag, springing from the sublime '80s-influenced Bed of Nails to the rambunctiousness of crowd-pleasers All the King's Men and The Devil's Crayon with aplomb.
Their last gig before they go into the studio to record a new album, it was a solid gig by a band that deal in both light and shade with poise and flair.
Verdict: ****
