Reading 2011: Fucked Up, NME/Radio 1 Stage

It’s only half way through Fucked Up’s Reading Festival set, and already Pink Eyes is sporting his third different piece of headwear. Kylie, eat your heart out.

Some Canadian noise merchants before lunch might seem like an odd choice for a Sunday, but Reading seems ready to rock. ‘David Comes To Life’ might have the sound desk thrown, with it’s vocal switch-a-roo, but the masses know what they’re here for - those unprepared running for cover. We don’t need them anyway.

Within a song, we’re in to the crowd, clothing optional. Not much later confused looking security are following our leader slap bang into the middle of the action - a grateful handshake little recompense for the look of abject terror on their faces at the prospect of being dragged away from their comfort zone.

It’s only a broken microphone that brings us back to the confines of the stage. The Lock Up tent may be a stones throw away, but - as the biggest circle pit of the weekend so far will testify - only one band at Reading knows how to rock. In a hat, obviously.