Tourbus

New Young Pony Club

Florence and The Machine

"Good morning, we're the fucking Stooges," announces Iggy Pop, sometime on Satuday afternoon. The man's fucked but we wouldn't want him any other way. The band are the highlight of the day, storming through a set largely made up of tunes from their seminal 1969 debut, including a stripped-back No Fun sung directly into the face of a heavy-handed bouncer.

Back at the Ray-Ban Rooms Kate Nash runs through a set of female-fronted punk, while The Cribs opt for more angular fare, spinning tunes from the likes of XTC and Edywn Collins.

On the main stage, meanwhile, Ian Brown launches into a greatest hits set before ending with a reverb-sodden take on Rihanna's Umbrella, despite the sun still beaming down. Maybe the heat was to blame for the Sex Pistol's later outburst at the lazy-looking audience, many of whom sit watching the ageing rockers with their arses pasted to the grass. We don’t stick around to see if things liven up, instead we’re back to the Ray-Ban Rooms to catch the affable chaps from Merok Records spinning some exclusive mixes from the likes of Esser and The Teenagers.

Drew McConnell from Babyshambles

Kooks

Golden Silvers

Kid Harpoon

Unfortunately The Teenagers themselves don’t turn up for their set on Sunday which leaves a decidedly fed-up looking Tahita Bulmer from New Young Pony Club to man the decks. Thankfully bandmate Lou Hayter is in better spirits, spinning gothic-tinged tunes from the likes of The Cult, Nick Cave and PJ Harvey. On the main stage, meanwhile, James frontman Tim Booth orders the crowd to “wake the fuck up!” and this time they duly oblige. As the night draws in and Isle of Wight prepares to say goodnight, it’s back to the Ray-Ban Rooms to witness Golden Silvers whipping the jumping crowd into a frenzy with the loudest set of the day incorporating everything from The Jackson 5 to Micachu. Until next year, then.