If anyone was feeling any early morning cobwebs lingering in the recesses of their brain this morning, the perfect tonic was first on the agenda on the Main Stage East – a thoroughly raucous set from the frenetic Frank Carter and the Rattlesnakes. It was hard to believe that the set was only half an hour long, as they managed to pack so much frenzied excitement into just a handful of songs.

Opening the pit up to all who identify as women during ‘Wild Flowers’ made for, in Frank’s own words, “the happiest mosh pit you’ll see all weekend”, as girls flooded into the centre of the crowd, hands raised and wild eyes gleaming in the blistering midday sun. Not that the men, including Frank himself, were going to be left out of the action for long! Jumping into the crowd with unbridled abandon, he hoisted himself up to his feet, borne like an Egyptian pharaoh on the hands of the adoring crowd. As guitarist Dean Richardson was hauled up parallel to him, the crowd began to swirl like two vicious whirlpools around each of them, as though the packed mass of bodies had become liquid, drawn in by the sheer force of the band’s enigmatic stage presence.

The blistering ‘Devil Inside Me’ rode white-hot from the speakers, calling to the anarchist inside each of the enraptured crowd, and by the time proceedings closed with the thunderous rager ‘Crowbar’, not a single member of the crowd was left without a sheen of sweat on their brow and the broadest smile upon their face. This band has already shaken this festival to its foundations, which is no mean feat at any time, let alone as the first band of the day! But mark my words, they won’t be reserved to such an early slot for long – here, we definitely have future headliner material on our hands. GOOD MORNING Mr Carter!