Scissor Sisters for those who can't be bothered to dress up

Having tried to find Jamie Lidell and only found some bloke who was neither him nor the previous set, Gilles Peterson, we get our electro hat on and dance like bandits to Hot Chip at the main stage. They satisfy both our rock and electro needs, and, more importantly, the guitarist's t-shirt is almost the same shade of pink as ours. Everyone is grinding and stomping themselves into a stupour. It's ace.