The word on everyone's lips was that set. Satin Peaches tried to use it as a form of audience interaction to the sound of dead air and a baby crying in the background. That's probably because they came across like The Feeling aping Placebo. Straight from the doghouse indeed.
Up at the Sunrise Arena, Jeremy Warmsley was forgetting his words too and handled the screw up as dignified as Miss Newsom, delivering a highlight set of folktronica. The day still belongs to Joanna Newsom, so far, but as Tim has mentioned, there is plenty still to come. I'm rather deflated from all the vodka and gin he insisted on passing my way so I'm going to take five before Noah and the Whale.
