A group of musicians squabbling over sunglasses should, by rights, relegate all involved to the annals of rock pomposity, but when it's Ray-Ban's at the centre of the scrum - the specs, lest we not forget, as sported by the likes of Dylan and Bowie - all is forgiven.

Among the assembled taskforce of duelling wayfarer wearing DJs headed for the Isle Of Wight's Ray-Ban Rooms are Ox.Eagle.Lion.Man, Kid Harpoon, Merok Records, Young & Lost Club and Florence Welch (minus The Machine).

When the singer’s not wailing out garage-rock numbers about burying former boyfriends and gouging out female enemies' eyes, the red-headed chanteuse is the queen of the sleazy anecdote, for it's her that keeps us entertained on the journey to Seaclose Park with her revealing tales of life in south London. We’re sworn to secrecy, mind.

When we finally arrive on the other side of the Solent we’re shocked by the unfathomably large number of sniffer dogs waiting at the ferry port but we manage to out manoeuvre the mutts and safely arrive on site.

Friday’s opening act and master of the nonchalant pout Joe Lean is there to greet us with a set of of-the-moment punk. Later Kid Harpoon and Ox.Eagle.Lion.Man earn their status as alchemists of the avant-garde by treating us to some sweet leftfield pop. Following them are the Duke Spirit’s Leila Moss and the Young & Lost Club who seriously fire things up with a stunning set that sounds like it’s constructed solely from songs bashed out on charity-shop keyboards and clattering drums.

"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.

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.

More detailed coverage will be posted over the next week in the Rock Of Ages project.