Chris: Stooges because they are the best band ever anyway. All they could do was fuck that up and they didn't. Plus I stuck my fingers in Iggys armpits and licked them. He felt like chiffon and tasted like soy sauce.

Greg Kitten: My Cat Is An Alien, for having that name.

Joe: Total tie between Double Leopards and The Skaters. Both bands played utterly compelling sets that drew your brain right out of your skull. By the end of Double Leopards' set they had all converged around Marcia Bassett's amp creating a huge vocal whorl of shifting vortex choral melody, they were in total thrall of the sounds mixing between the amps and basically they SLAYED. The Skaters, humble and unassuming as ever, just sat down and chanelled celestial dust through my head.

Simon: The Stooges - Iggy Pop is still the man despite his vast age, and the band rocked super-hard and pumped out a ton of the old classics. It was so great to hear original Stooges songs played by the Stooges after years of hearing nothing but the recordings. Iggy is a born showman and knows how to work a crowd!

Alex: Nurse With Wound.  Aside from the fact that they only appear live about once a decade, their blend of searing noise, apocalyptic lyrics, hip-hop beats, plastic snakes and gas-masks set the bar for the rest of the festival at a level which most other acts got nowhere near.

Alice: Melvins. I went about it a bit backwards having really liked Big Business and then discovering the Melvins were like Big Business but MORE.

Marceline: Wolf Eyes were disappointing in that we walked in near the beginning and they sounded AMAZING only to get less amazing as each song progressed until we got bored and left. I was also disappointed to discover Double Leopards was actually Blood Stereo. Blood Stereo were pretty good but I'd have liked to see Double Leopards.

Chris: I was disappointed with Sonic Youth on the Friday. It was a dream setlist for me (15 times of seeing SY and the first time they played Schitzophrenia) but something just lacked somehow. Urgency maybe? The guitars seemed deadened.That said, all the bands suffered from soundpeople not knowing what they should sound like.

Greg Kitten: Sonic Youth, but only because they weren't loud enough.  I saw them after the Stooges.

Joe: What I was most disappointed with was the amount of BORING chin-stroking wussiness "hmmm I wonder what I should think of this band" attitude and general NOT DANCING of all the audiences. No-one was moving. At all. Even during Peter Brotzmann and Han Bennink, who ruled out some Art Blakey/Kaoru Abe moves that sent me squealing, NO-ONE WAS DANCING. LAME.

Simon: Wolf Eyes - not the worst as such, but disappointing in that they seemed to settle into a somewhat repetitive and boring assault of noise and screaming that wasn't quite as powerful as a live Sunn o))) performance. The first piece they played, involving them all battering away on loud screeching guitars, was however fantastic.

Alex: Dead Machines.  Technical difficulties may have been at play, but from where I was sitting they were making noise of the less-interesting variety, and the between-song banter didn't do much for me.

Alice: Bardo Pond. I liked their recorded stuff but live it seemed more conventional and less interesting.

Marceline: My Cat is an Alien. Good name and nothing like what I was expecting, possibly due to Simon's description of them.

Chris: I didn't discover much to be honest. Because of the queuing situation I picked out what I wanted to see. The days of discovery might be gone with the size of the venues in the new site. That said, I went to see White Out to see Nels Cline and was thoroughly impressed with them so I guess that counts.

Greg Kitten: The "A WINNER IS YOU" music that plays when you win a grabby prize. Or two.

Joe: Blood Stereo because they ruled my face off.

Simon: The Melvins - never really heard them too much before, but they were amazingly strident, powerful and as rock as can be. The dual drummers were totally entrancing to watch and never let their musicianship eclipse the sheer energy created on stage.

Alex: Alexander Tucker.  A soothing balm for our tired ears, yet not afraid of the odd abstract drone himself.  I will be checking out his albums right away.

Alice: Hive Mind were good. Hypnotic. Bzzzzzzzzt.

Marceline: Bob the Builder. I didn't say anything to him but I did hold his hand.

Chris: Joe from Bilge Pump. I said "FUCK IT! I'VE DISLOCATED MY FUCKING KNEE. ARGH! FUCK!"

Greg Kitten: I believe it was Marceline Smith.  I said something along the lines of "give me pie."

Simon: Chris Summerlin; I said 'hello Chris'. Shortly after this he damaged his knee and I didn't see him again for the weekend. I hope your knee is better, Chris. I saw each member of Sonic Youth walking past me, but bottled out of fanboy enthusiasm and so didn't speak to them...

Alex: I didn't meet anyone famous.  In fact, I didn't even recognize anyone famous.  Rebecca kept pointing out the likes of Thurston Moore and J.Mascis, but they weren't in glossy 2D, so they didn't register.

Alice: There was some serious nudging and goggling going on when Sonic Youth members walked by.

Marceline: Everything, as we barely queued, queuing being for suckers. More specifically, PIE. Twice, as the "Lemon Cheesecake" we bought was quite clearly Lemon Meringue Pie.

Chris: Take a fortune on the merch stall

Greg Kitten: Ate pie and watched polar bears.

Joe: What's with all the queueing strife? Just push in dudes!

Simon: Watching TV, drinking wine and chatting in the chalet. Like old folks keeping out of the cold.

Alex: Went go-karting in the rain.  Wheeee!

Alice: Watched Jackanory. It was quite gripping.

Marceline: "I think I might have some continental cheese".

Chris: "Chong?"

Greg Kitten: HI, MY NAME IS GERRY.

Simon: Er... maybe something along the lines of 'shall we go back to the chalet for a bit?'

Alex: "Shall we go out and see some bands?"  "Yeah... after this film's finished."

Alice: 'I think I'll just have some continental cheese...'