Goldie Lookin' Chain: not lollipop ladies.

We'd been very excited all weekend by the last act lined up to play in the Tiscali tent, mostly because they weren't on the main roster and we thought they might be a secret gig from someone really important.

From the soundcheck, we can tell they're not. While we totally like new bands, they can't compare to the lure of Goldie Lookin' Chain in the NME tent so we belt off there. There's such a huge queue outside we think the signing tent must have got someone good in, but no, it's people craning for a peek at the Newport boys in their shiny yellow outfits. It takes ages to get through the tent but it's worth it. The Chain are full of energy and chucking water into the crowd and over themselves. Brilliant. We're in danger of dissolving in the heat though so we head to the Main Stage to catch Slayer.

"Are you ready for a beating?" screams the head Slayer. "Are you ready for WAR?!" Wow, if only all TA adverts were this loud. "That is the only reason I'd grow my hair long," says New James, as Head Slayer begins some neat circular headbanging. Extreme metal's either something you get or something you don't and while Kerry King appears to be having a nigh on religious experience with his bass we're clearly lacking the necessary gene. People worship Slayer - the chanting gives it away - but it's not really our cup of tea. Good hair though: much earnest rocking.