For those of you old enough to remember, the year 2000 wasn’t exactly a vintage for music. Just like we were supposed to, we’d partied like it was the year before, then met up when fully grown, but the soundtrack for the new millennium hadn’t quite got itself together yet. Meanwhile though, in Dallas, Tim DeLaughter had a plan. Over the coming couple of years, while The Strokes arrived, while The Libertines crashed on board, and while guitars became the new hip-hop, up popped the peculiar, the multitudinous and the downright crackers Polyphonic Spree. 2002′s ‘The Beginning Stages Of…’ was a record like damn near no other at the time, full of joy, optimism, euphoria and a thousand wide-pupilled faces, grinning at you like goons. Without ever becoming a huge fan, I nevertheless remember exactly where I heard The Polyphonic Spree for the first time. So, anyway, I’m still very fond of them, and they’ve just stuck a new demo online and it’s amazing.

So, it’s Saturday at T In The Park. By this point you will have indulged too much on the Friday night despite all your best intentions, you will have gotten lost at least once, you will have decided that you are immune to mud and/or sunburn, then realised your mistake too late and you will have changed your mind about what bands you are going to see three hundred and forty two times already. These things will come to pass. For the sake of keeping at least one eye on the road, here’s some clarity on what’s going on at the sharp end of all this festival hoo-ha, Saturday night on the T Break stage.

Aaaand, yup…it’s that time again, when the nation’s kids descend on Balado to celebrate the glory of music, to shout at Biblical levels and to fight like starving monkeys in a cage raise the flag for Scotland, all at the same time. Leave Glastonbury, the Old Trafford of music, to the prawn-sandwichers and the seasonally rebellious – T In The Park remains unadulterated, pure and billious lunacy, from top to bottom and side to side, Gawd love it. And if the festival as a whole has the authetic whiff of a 1980s terrace about it, the T Break stage is where the chants start – this is our guide to who’s up on the Friday night.

It’s been a while since I last saw Come On Gang back at the start of the year – since then, they’ve been to SXSW, played a bundle of decent support slots, and got a new cheerful and mohican-ed bassist called Rob. Tonight’s eight-song set doesn’t go anywhere new song-wise, with new-ish ones Red Fred and Santa Maria being the only two tracks not off the setlist from last year, but they seem to be playing with bagfuls more confidence. It might have just been the soundman’s skills but it sounds like they’ve grown new muscles, and are making it look easier and easier as time goes on.