Queen Sheeba is the fiesty auntie of the World Restaurants, here from the start and here till the end...

Did you see the stylish Brit in the Redcoat and the drummer without any shirt? They were casually strollin out, poppin beers and raising a crowd...

Asian Dub Foundation are a fine fit at Fuji, a tight group that wear their Eastern identity on their sleeves. Coming to the stage with a twang of sitar and the ethereal chanting of an incorporeal female voice...

Death in Vegas has always had a sinister edge. The ever-changing line-up digs deep into dancy grooves, punishing their borders with aural exploration. For this reason, DinV songs can be hard to distinguish, although each carry with them the touch of their respective albums and a fierce to desire for you to end up stomping your feet to the irresistible march...

John Squire, shaggy and amblin' in appearance and gait, strolls out on the stage. But as soon as the guitar strap hits his shoulder, we're smokin' in style...

I caught up with John Squire after his Red Marquee show, curious to find out more about his paintings which have graced Stone Roses, Seahorses and his solo effort's covers...

There's lots of words about one man blues bands this year, but, DON'T FORGET G. LOVE. G. Love is the original new-generation, one-man band, albeit configured as a three piece. Go figure...

I waltz into the Field of Heaven to find Nick Lowe smoothly crooning the Pretender. Alone on stage he's a sharp gentleman with an acoustic guitar, producing a full sound of sweet melancholy...

Ruins: Cross-Cut Frankenstein of Madman Jazz Metal

When it comes to Ruins, I am an innocent. I rolled into a cacophony of squealing, squawking alto sax, which was suddenly brought into shape by an underpinning bass and hectic drumming. This is something different, and unpredictable, as I swear that suddenly we've come into a cover of Black Sabbath's Iron Man, but wait it's gone...