Next up were my countrymen, my..er..homies Fighting Red Adair, now rocketing to fame on the back of headlining the first ever diskant gig. We made them, let's not forget that. Okay, we didn't really, but we did encourage the beautiful friendship between themselves and Sunnyvale that brought about this happy reunion. Now, Fighting Red Adair rock. They rock like a slab of reinforced concrete hitting you full in the face and stalk the stage like family of angry bears, shouting and muttering like drunken crazy people. They want blood and they'll throw punches to get it and, having survived a bash on the head with a glass bottle and a nine hour bus journey during the last 48 hours, they weren't in any mood to go easy on Oxford's ears. They certainly woke everyone up, that's for sure.