Mundy
Like him or not, Mundy’s Witnness set last year was one of the highlights by anyone’s yardstick. This year he’s well up for a rematch and an upgrade, ambling onto the main stage in white Stetson and 70s cosmic cowboy apparel. The keyboard player has stumbled out of a similar time warp, resplendent, if that’s the word, in Sam Cutler chic, with sheepskin jerkin and green top hat. Pity his theremin was inaudible, ‘cos he sure can throw the shapes.

But never mind the threads, check the tunes. The Birr boy has pruned the lyrical excesses of yesteryear to come up with a set of trim, no bullshit angst-pop standards. Sure, at his best he’s very much in Frames mode, but he’s also well able to evoke the small print of the heart, tales of high infidelities and forbidden kisses. A shrewd cover of The Doors’ ‘Touch Me’ hit the spot mid-set, as did the stadium dynamics of ‘Gin & Tonic Sky’. Plus, his tejano routine about going to Mexico is the best song Jakob Dylan never wrote, and ‘To You I Bestow' has put on muscle with age.

Result for the man with the red telecaster.