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We get off the tube and look for signs to direct us to the festival. ‘There will be signs,’ I tell my friend confidently. There are no signs. There are, however, many teenagers looking slightly confused. We get to the festival, thanks to a nice man in the newsagents and are greeted with quite possibly the longest queue in the history of all queues. Next year; signs and better queue management.

As we are queuing I wonder; how exactly is it going to work? The best thing about festivals is that they combine everyone’s favourite things - friends, music, and getting completely trashed. The problem is simple; I am at the worlds first ‘underage festival’. If you are legally allowed to buy alcohol, you are not allowed in, to the extent that they are ID-ing at the gates to ensure we are all under 18.

We’re finally allowed through the gates and head straight for Crystal Castles, who are playing the myspace stage. What I see of their set is exactly what I expected and wanted, as the duo wake the crowd up with a frantic, thrashing, shrieking show. However at 2pm on a sunny day it seems slightly absurd and completely out of place. Ideally, Crystal Castles should be watched in a dark, sweaty, strobe-light-filled smoky club, where you can dance like an idiot without feeling like one.

Maths Class were my heroes of the day, particularly as I had never heard of them before (so had no expectations or preconceptions) and stumbled across them in the Converse New Music tent purely because I was heading towards the smoothies and heard an ‘interesting noise’ that I thought worth exploring further. They were electric. Having since been on their myspace page, the music is much, much better live which I always take to be the sign of a good band. The songs were raw but layered, complex, challenging, there was energy rocketing around the stage and they were each wearing a different colour of skinny jean. Genius.

Vincent Vincent and the Villains: I’ve heard much about yet never seen, and was pleasantly surprised by clear strong vocals and thoughtful well-phrased lyrics. The elder half of the audience became immersed but the music seemed too mature for many of the younger half who quickly lost interest and headed Pigeon Detectives-wards.