I don’t care what anyone tells you, rain at a festival makes a good time a more elusive experience. Hats off then to Ra/Apollo/Ravi for gifting us a glorious weekend in Dublin. All the acts at Forbidden Fruit had to do was turn up and not fall over, and they were on a winner.

Odd then to report that Superorganism’s trio of backing singers/dancers/tambourinists performed their Hare Krishna style walk on in what look liked three of Penneys’ finest anoraks. Whales, Hippos, Toucans and Space Shuttles all joined in on screen for a marvellously out-there set, with tinges of The Flaming Lips and the Super Furry Animals.

I caught a few minutes of the searing voice of Molly Sterling – ‘Stripped Down’ featured Frank the Cello – and Ailbhe Reddy’s band had a faint and pleasant hum of The Sugarcubes off them. Her voice turns some lovely rough corners in songs like ‘Fading’ and ‘The Tube’.

A brief snatch of Unknown Mortal Orchestra was enough to see main man Ruban Nielson perform some Hendrix-style wigging out on the guitar as he ran from the stage to the sound desk and back again, pursued by a hundred camera phones. He didn’t hit a bum note either.

The Bulmers Live Tent was absolutely packed for the much fancied Fontaines D.C. and with good reason. A ridiculously proper rock n’ roll band – the drummer looked like The Swamp Thing, the two Danelectro-sporting guitarists – one naked from the waist from the kick off, the other looking impossibly cool in a great hat – kissed each other while playing, and lead singer Grian Chatten howled out in his proudly uncompromising Dublin accent – he told HP that he sees the city as the sixth member of the band - “Is it too real for ya?”. Songs of the calibre of ‘Chequeless Reckless’ and ‘Hurricane Laughter’ provide the answer - no, it fucking isn’t. Awesome.

Pity this fool then who had to leave half way through to catch Spoon. It was a slight case of style over substance – an indie Duran Duran or another, god help us, Dandy Warhols - although ‘Hot Thoughts’ is a good tune, and the lead singer had a lovely jacket. Next time, stick them in a tent, and put The Fontaines on the big stage.

There was a point during David Keenan’s full band set – following on from acoustic readings of ‘The Sacred Cough Bottle’ and The Harlequin’ earlier in the HP tent - where I thought the crowd weren’t going to go with him, but I needn’t have worried, ‘cause he levelled them with the combination of ‘Love In A Snug’ and then a shatteringly good ‘Evidence Of Living’. There are bright, shiny things in the sky that don’t merit the moniker “star” as much as this man. We shall look back in wonder at this evening and doubt we ever saw him or Fontaines DC on such a small stage.

A quick glimpse of Warpaint reminded me of The Cure fronted by Elizabeth Fraser – no bad thing - particularly on the very good indeed ‘Love Is To Die’, before The War On Drugs who were, in a way, perfect for the evening that was in it - a pleasantly mellow performance that went well with the warm dusk. On the other hand, they might have let loose once or twice. If memory serves, their show at The Electric Picnic was a much heavier affair. That being said, there was a nice Springsteeny vibe going on, with touches of latter day Floyd and even the celebrated balladry of Mr Bryan Adams. They left the best ‘til (nearly) last, ‘Under The Pressure’ was suitably epic. Good work.