Don’t get us wrong, we totally respect Foo Fighters.

And we respect Dave Grohl the man even more.

It goes without saying that he's a total legend - drumming in Nirvana, getting over Kurt's suicide, beating the odds to rule the world with another band, yada yada yada.

The Foos aren’t the biggest ‘alternative’ band on the planet for nothing y’know: they’re the slickest, most well-oiled RAAAAWK machine on planet rock. They’ve a peerless back catalogue of stadium torch songs – the likes of which are blasted out tonight like the anthems they are tonight. 'Monkey Wrench'. 'My Hero'. 'Learn To Fly'. 'All My Life'. They even do an Arcade Fire cover – of 'Keep The Car Running' - to prove their impeccable indie taste.

Tens of thousands of fists pump the air. Every word is bellowed back at the band. Everywhere we look people are grinning ear to ear.

But! And there is a but. We're just wondering if anyone else is even slightly irritated by all the 'Mr Nice Guy' stuff. Running on and hugging each member of Snow Patrol, on reflection, is akin to donating both of your kidneys to a serial killer in our book. At past stadium gigs we've heard Dave offer to buy everyone in the crowd a beer. Tonight he even wheels his mum Virginia Hammond Grohl (who, strangely, doesn't look much older than Dave) out to tell her "I owe it all to you" and encourages the crowd to cheer the old dear.

It's like this: as this week's NME Radar stars The Courteeners' singer Liam told us before: “all the best people in the world are cynical”.

So maybe it's just our cynicism that stops us totally enjoying a Foos festival set. Whatever, it's business as usual tonight for Dave and the boys.

And, we guess, on the whole, that's more than enough. For most people.

Best Song: 'Stacked Actors'

Best Moment: When Dave wheels out his dear old ma.

Foo Fighters played:

'Everlong'
'Monkey Wrench'
'Breakout'
'Cheer Up Boys (Your Make Up Is Running)'
'My Hero'
'Times Like These'
'Up In Arms'
'Learn To Fly'
'Stacked Actors'
'DOA'
'This Is A Call'
'Best Of You'
'The Pretender'
'Keep The Car Running'
'All My Life'

Being the most hated band in rock, as Nicky Wire branded Snow Patrol a few weeks ago, can't be nice.

Selling squillions of albums to bored, sexually frustrated housewives may buy you mountains of whatever your poison is, but it won't make you popular. Especially if all of your songs - from 'Run' to 'Chasing Cars' to zzzzz- are dreary, whiney and shit.

So the look on Gary Lightbody's face when Dave Grohl bounds onstage and gives him a hug mid-set tonight really is a picture.

It's not a myth, then - Dave really is the nicest man in rock. Period.

Best Song: 'Chasing Cars'

Best Moment: Dave's moment of rock solidarity.

As much as it pains us to say it, we have to grudgingly admit that Pink is also a star.

Albeit one that's harder to warm to than Hitler, cancer or racist Emily off 'Big Brother'. Why?

There's the bits where she encourages her bandmates, an LA guitar prick who looks like Chad Kroeger's uglier brother in particular, to play tedious solos and gurn a lot.

And the bits where, despite having been round for fricking years, she raids other band's catalogues - 4 Non Blondes, Dusty Springfield - for set filler.

"Let's bring back the dead, shall we," she chirps tastelessly before Janis Joplin's 'Summertime'.

And then, crime of crimes, she asks if she "can get political for a second for y'all" before showing moving images of bombs, George W Bush and children crying alongside 'Dear Mr President'.

"Maybe after one year of playing this song, the world will be a better place," she bleats.

Get. Over. Yourself. Woman.

Best Song: 'Just Like A Pill'

Best Moment: When she begged a member of the audience to let her borrow some hairspray to touch up her limp mohawk.

Today's main stage line-up is nothing if not varied. We've had gloomy indie rock. Novelty Scottish AOR. Acoustic bores. Just Jack.

But the one thing that's been ominous in its abscence is 24 carat star quality.

Enter Kanye West, today celebrating his first UK Number One single 'Stronger'.

Drawing in by far the day's largest and best-looking crowd, the most important rapper of the decade makes the stage his own, gliding through an impressively slick set.

'Gold Digger', 'Touch The Sky', 'Diamonds From Sierra Leonne', amazing hip-pop hits one and all, welcomed by the V crowd like a fat kid welcomes a trip to McDonalds - a metaphor we only came up with thanks to Kanye's ace McD's chips jumper.

Best Song: 'Gold Digger'

Best Moment: Busting out my hip-hop moves down the front.

Down somewhere in the bowels of V Festival Towers, a crackpot Dutch scientist peers over his specs and clinks a test tube with his long, talon-like index finger, admiring his handiwork.

His creation has all the composite elements needed for a mid-afternoon V Festival slot: the rogueish good looks of an Italian Julian Casablancas, bags more pizzaz than James Blunt, and the ability to lazily strum an acoustic guitar and purr generic everyman tales of love and loss.

There's not an awful lot to hate about Nutini - bar an ill-judged Moby cover mid-set - but there's absolutely nothing to like, either.

Nothing marks this guy from the ever-growing band of MOR strummers loitering around pop's gates - ensuring a mid-afternoon slot at V for as long as he wants it.

Or at least until that scientist comes up with a better model...

Best Song: 'New Shoes'

Best Moment: When he dropped a snatch of 'The Jungle Book' theme into one of his tunes. Man, I love that film.

I've never watched an Editors festival set in blazing sunshine whilst eating ice cream. And you know what? I hope I never do.

There's something about their scintillating gloom-rock that just wouldn't feel right in the sunshine, a dark, vampirish quality that works perfectly in a tent cloaked in dry ice or, like today, on a miserably rain sodden V Stage.

Following on from their brilliant big-league entrance at Glastonbury, today sees them edge ever more Coldplaywards, with 'Sparks' and 'Blood' sounding particularly huge.

Frankly, if you're not waving a lighter in the air to 'Smokers Outside The Hospital Doors' at your local enormo-stadium this time next year, we'll eat our disgustingly overpriced blue poncho.

Best Song: 'Blood'

Best Moment: Tom Smith's ever more Chris Martin-like stage moves.