Roger Daltrey swings his microphone thirty feet into the air by its cord, grabbing it out of the air with a mammoth scissor kick. Pete Townshend, windmilling like a maniac, slides across the stage on his knees. And Keith Moon smacks himself in the face with a custard pie.

All up on the screens behind The Who, obviously – Pete's knees would never put up with the strain and with Roger's eyesight these days he’d miss the mike by a mile (which may be why it’s wrapped up in about 2 foot of luminous white tape). But the rather more gnarly pair on the stage – the only surviving members of The Who – can still pack a mighty bombastic rock punch.

Opening with 'I Can’t Explain’ they belt out 40 years of hits with the vigour of men three eighths their age – 'My Generation’ comes on like a proto punk song before collapsing into a lengthy blues jam, 'Behind Blue Eyes’ shows Fred Durst in no uncertain terms how it’s done and a rollocking 'Who Are You?’ is introduced with a classic Townshend clanger where he claims to have invented the internet in 1971. No shit.

But one powerchord into 'Won’t Get Fooled Again' all is forgiven – how could it not when these two old codgers deliver the first Glasto headline slot of 2007 that actually feels like an event? A legendary set? You (better, you) bet.

Best song: 'Won't Get Fooled Again'

Best moment: All together now "I pick up my guitar and play…"

The Who played:

'I Can't Explain'
'The Seeker'
'Anyway, Anyhow, Anywhere'
'Fragments'
'Who Are You'
'Behind Blue Eyes'
'Baba O'Riley'
'Relay'
'You Better, You Bet'
'My Generation'
'Won't Get Fooled Again'
'The Kids Are Alright'
'Pinball Wizard'
'Amazing Journey/Sparks'
'See Me Feel Me'
'Listening To You'
'Tea And Theatre'

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And to think people were saying they’d be nothing at Glastonbury without that dinosaur. Gimmick free (bar the odd leap into the moshpit from Ricky and a bit where he gets the entire field to wiggle their fingers at him), tonight the Kaisers play a straightahead rock out set during which the crowd are urged to sing ‘Na Na Na Na Na’ like Glebeland munchkins and chant the chorus of ‘Oh My God’ until their larynxes prolapse.

Highlights come thick and fast: the predictable riot over ‘I Predict A Riot’, the death-or-glory march of ‘Retirement’, a full throttle ‘Highroyds’ and an explosive ‘Everything Is Average Nowadays’. And not a gigantic comedy inflatable lizard in a tie in sight.

This year it’s the Kaisers themselves that are blown up.

Best Song: ‘Retirement’.

Best Moment: Ricky slipping on the stage at the climax of ‘Oh My God’, almost falling on his arse and then turning the whole thing into a face-saving jog.

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Three fairly shonky albums down the line from when they were last truly life-changing, the Manics certainly know which side their bread is buttered.

And it is buttered with hits, hits and nothing but the hits – no Rufus-style trawl through new album filler for these Glasty veterans, it’s ‘You Love Us’, ‘Motorcycle Emptiness’, ‘A Design For Life’ and ‘From Despair To Where’ all the way, with only a slight detour into the recent Dark Years to allow The Cardigans’ Nina Persson onstage to sing ‘Your Love Alone Is Not Enough’.

They trawl through it with a workmanlike plod, only really becoming energized for a fantastic ‘Motown Junk’, but the setlist itself does all the leaping and posing they can’t be bothered with themselves.

Best Song: ‘Motorcycle Emptiness’.

Best Moment: Nicky and James pogoing together through ‘Motown Junk’.

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She is what she is, and what she is is an uber-fabulous (darleeeng) show-stopper of a 70-year-old warbler in a glittery pink dress doing ‘Big Spender’, ‘Goldfinger’ and ‘The Lady Is A Tramp’ accompanied by a black tie’d up orchestra for a hefty crowd gathered for the traditional cheesy Sunday novelty act.

And she’s brilliant, obviously, playing wonderfully to the crowd from an opening sway through Pink’s ‘Get The Party Started’ to ‘Big Spender’, a song so good she sings it twice. “Arctic Monkeys – that’s how you do it,” she smarms beautifully, despite clearly being ‘coptered in ten minutes ago and carried to the stage by a gaggle of greased-up man slaves. Stick that, Rolf.

Best Song: ‘I Am What I Am’.

Best Moment: The double run through ‘Big Spender’.

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It seemed like a faultless plan. Jim Morrison, tired of the pressures of fame and harangued for getting his old chap out in public, fakes his own death in 1971, lies low for 30 years undergoing extensive facial surgery to look like a more gormless Chris Martin and then returns as a ditchwater dull singer songwriter type under his given name of James, certain of being able to ply his workaday trade unbothered by the glare of success or infamy.

But disaster! A load of people buy it and he’s suddenly catapulted to the mid-afternoon slot at every festival on earth. His dreary strumaholicism was almost bearable when dulled by Pimms and sunshine at the Isle Of Wight a few weeks back; in the Glasto swamp however it’s as much fun as a tourist trip to a slaughterhouse viewing gallery. Get off.

Best Song: N/A

Best Moment: Catching The Holloways playing in the Guardian Lounge straight afterwards.

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Damien and The Other One doing a tribute to their dead dad by covering his 'Exodus' album.

Brilliant! Let’s have other pop stars doing their dad’s songs. Enrique Inglesias crooning through ‘Begin The Begin’! Rufus Wainright doing a camp-as-hell showtune take on ‘Suicide Is Painless’ in skirt and stilletos! Lily Allen doing a funky pop version of ‘Vindaloo’!

This turns out to be more of a Bob Marley Greatest Hits set though – ‘Get Up, Stand Up’, ‘Iron Lion Zion’ and Damien’s own ‘Welcome To Jamrock’ get dotted around the legendary album’s ‘Jamming’ and ‘One Love’. Surprisingly, for a performance of a record called ‘Exodus’, no-one leaves.

Best Song: ‘Jamming’.

Best Moment: Chuffing down the world’s largest spliff along to ‘One Love’

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