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.