If you see mediocre bands do mediocre shows for long enough it's easy to fall down that horribly slippery slope of thinking that maybe your ears don't work anymore. Thank God for Robots In Disguise, who have just broken into our head and installed a whole new stereo. In spite of chronic and genuine sound problems (yes Larrikin Love, we're looking at you) they turned out a show that was messy, thrilling and the best thing we've seen at a festival all year. Fans in the front row let of ribbon streamers over the band, who stuck mics in people's faces to spell out "girls", and then topped it off by falling over and tussling on the floor. They leant right into the crowd, at one point clambering over onto the tent's support table and dancing like all hell was away. They even got The Mighty Boosh's Noel Fielding in on bass for a song. It was utterly glorious. After endless "performances" where band play, crowd clap, repeat as necessary, it was a total adrenalin rush to be right in the middle of something that reminds you why music is wonderful. Sod Jamiroquai, his stupid ego and horrid songs, we're leaving Lovebox feeling like we've just mainlined joy. Cheers girls.