Orbital. The Chemical Brothers.

Two pairs of brothers. Four pairs of glasses. One mission: meltdown Glasto on a Sunday night.

Are the Chemical Brothers the new Orbital? You can certainly imagine them as grizzled veterans, here ten years from now, still commanding the same undying loyalty. And you can certainly imagine twenty thousand minds bubbling as the dregs of the weekend’s drug stash percolates through some amyl beats.

Tonight, Glasto has separated into two clear camps. While Help The Aged breathes its last on the mainstage, youth is heating things up on The Other Stage. As the never-ending breakdown of ‘Push The Button’ kicks in, we arrive and get a sense of how Wild West it’s getting by the guy who’s wandering around yelling at the top of his voice: “Pills! Anyone need any pills? Pills!”, like some a baseball-cap wearing fishwife.

Tom and Ed are barely visible beneath the smoke, backlighted by an MDMfugginincredible lights show: concentric circles and disco-dancing traffic lights, on a screen that consumes the entire back wall of the stage in front of at least twice as many bodies as the Other Stage has seen all weekend. Big fish merge into little fish, which become cardboard boxes. Glasto grins, and its jaw locks. In the end, not-so-old-not-so new rave has triumphed. Who’d'a’ thunk it?

Best Track: Where it all began: ‘Block Rocking Beats’

Best Moment: When they do the “heeeeere we go…”, bit in ‘Hey Boy, Hey Girl’ just before it kicks in. Glasto indubitably goes.

Setlist
'No Path To Follow'
'Galvanise'
'Burst Generator'
'Do It Again'
'Get Yourself High'
'Hey Boy Hey Girl'
'All Rights Reserved'
'Out Of Control'
'Don't Fight Control'
'Temptation'
'Star Guitar'
'Surface To Air'
'Under The Influence'
'Saturate'
'Believe'
'Wiard / Acid Children'
'Golden Path'
'Chemical Beats'

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“I tell you something,” Kyle View drawls into the mic, as Frisbees ricochet off his boozy frame. “They Frisbees are beautiful, and ahm no bothered if one of 'em hits me, because it’s light. It’ll bounce off.”

Across the pit, ten, twenty, thirty Frisbees are being flung from here to there. Someone flings one, someone else grabs it, passes it on. It’s like some field of neon butterflies. And as the final rays of sun set over Glasto '07, it’s bloody lovely.

As are The View, whose Saturday morning stint seems to have cleared the pipes for a Sunday night set that sees them masters of their own material. When they fire up, it’s on all cylinders, and when they go mooshier than the mud that licks at the crowd’s shins, they’ve got a genuine, unforced sensitivity which often gets railroaded in their haste to give-it-some.

‘Superstar Tradesman’ ends their weekend, some bloke with green astro-turf for hair grins appreciatively, and a beach ball slathered in mud goes skittering across the crowd. Nice.

Best Song: 'Superstar Tradesman'

Best Moment: Kyle's drawled 'r's in 'Superstar Trrrrrrrrrrrrrrrradesman.'

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After a stilted day on The Other Stage, something thrilling is born in the Sunday evening sludge.

The Go! Team are amazing. The new songs sound better than the old ones, and with chief cheerleader Ninja demanding, nay, commanding, a dance explosion, everyone's shaken off their remaining cares and begun to live it, large.

"Thanks for coming out to see us," says Ninja, "We know we're not a big band. But we give a good party, don't we?"

In new single 'Grip Like A Vice', they've got a berserk dance-rock collision that out-Chemicalises The Chemical Brothers. They chameleon their way through a mash-up set which goes from Belle & Sebastian twee to raw mechano-electro in the blink of a snare drum. Glasto throbs to them.

Best Song: 'Grip Like A Vice'.

Best Moment: When Ninja starts doing the bum-wobbling dance routine from Beyonce's 'Crazy In Love'.

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Forget peace'n'love, Mika provokes the least appropriate emotion of all for a festival: blind rage.

Patronising fat people ('Big Girl: You Are Beautiful'), being so camp that he makes Scissor Sisters look like Joy Division, (the enormous lollipop-clutching inflatable girl-dolls that decorate the stage) and playing 'Grace Kelly' - really there is nothing to do but sob.

Best Song: The one with least Mika in it.

Best Moment: Whenever I passed out. Oblivion rocks.

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Rakes singer Alan Donohoe's stage jiggling often gets compared to Ian Curtis, but that's just silly. He's far more of a hyperactive Jarvis, an odd tangle of amateur theatrics, Basil Fawlty and camp pointing.

As with so many of the Class of '05, The Rakes' set is a tale of two halves, with the new stuff largely stillborn.

'Work, Pub, Club, Sleep, Repeat' gets dedicated to those souls just drifting along with no focus or meaning at their 22 grand jobs tomorrow, while 'Strasbourg' is still just blinding, enough on its own to make Glasto fall in love with them all over again.

Job done, The Rakes depart just before the entire crowd flees as-one. Is it Mika next? Hmmm...

Best Song: 'Strasbourg'.

Best Moment: Alan pointing. He can point like no one's business.

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"What a difference we could make," Sam Duckworth rants, "just think: there are a hundred and seventy thousand people here. If we got just twice that number, we'd reach half the country." Eh?

While you probably wouldn't want him manning the tills in Costco, it's refreshing to see an artist with the gumption to talk about the hippy politics that plasters Glasto.

The risk of sounding like Bono is ever-present, but he's such an easygoing anti-rockstar that he's never in danger of being ensnared. Lecture on carbon hoofprinting over, he leads his band through a pastoral but pleasant set of his ear-nuzzling soul-folk.

Best Song: 'The Chronicles Of A Bohemian Teenager'.

Best Moment: When he chucks beachballs into the crowd: "It's a nice day. Let's have a kickabout."

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