Though they might not fit the ‘festival band’ mould in terms of raucous bangers, their lush, enveloping lilts work in a different way in the baking heat, all people really have the energy to do is sway slightly, and there’s little better suited to a mild bop than they. Soothing a few sore heads after Day One’s Kasabian/ Tame Impala-indebted knees up, Real Estate are an aural balm that’s built for sun-drenched mid-afternoons such as these. But the trade off for these things is a line up that’s jumped up in scale in tandem and tonight, as the roared riff of ‘Seven Nation Army’ rings around the field in a set that’s not even the main event, said line-up is among the best out there. Having almost tripled its capacity from last year, Mad Cool’s had a few teething problems in its first season as a Proper Big Event (queues to get in, let’s face it, aren’t brilliant).
