Similarly Grimes brings massive rave generation shapes but with an everyday magic, kitchen sink atmosphere recalling not only 4AD label shimmer but also 80's Cherry Red artists. I'm surprised people old enough to remember prefab housing are often so blindly against retro - Grimes recontextualises old sounds with such artistry, it's like hearing snippets of old songs unexpectedly in Skins, her anthemic songs sounding groundingly familiar.
With brings us to the Village Mentality tent, whose name suggests more hauntology, presented to us by The Quietus. A play on the modern global village or a nostalgic throwback? Who knows - bypassing any reputation for chin stroking, Tortoise make you pinch yourself and get some of the festival's most sincere applause. Often dual drummered and with much swapping of instruments, they shimmy past tricky free jazz for bebop which sounds authentically classic. Mazzy Star then offer the man in the moon a smoke with their lapping, narcotic, lunar blues. That Hope Sandoval's honeyed vocals get caught in a sonic fug kind of adds to this Lynch mob's effect.
The only drawback is that the bar nearby sells beer at £ 4 70 a pint, suggesting that the mythical village may be somewhere in the Hampshire stockbroker belt.