The last day of the festival saw an influx of Oasis people, the rain even almost stopped for a couple of hours. This day the line up was cool, everyone was up for it, one might say MAD FER IT! Today is King Adora's day, they were the first band we saw due to the fact that I overslept, but that's irrelevant. King Adora were excellent they sang 'Big isn't Beautiful,' 'Super Muff Diver' (nice), 'Weather,' 'Smoulder,' 'Bionic' and another one that I've forgotten. It was lipstick, eyeliner and rock n roll pouts, no eye contact with anyone, just pure rock n roll doused in sex. The band were quite withdrawn from the audience but we didn't care, King Adora vibrate us!

From there on we slowed down the pace put on our coats and drifted away to the Doves who played the album and a new addition to the set, 'New York,' you couldn't help thinking that no-one really cared! Clinic with their stupid costumes and weird voices, were actually very good, but no-one in the crowd seemed to give a rat's ass. It’s a pity that the audience weren't a bit more appreciative. From there on Soulwax made a very energetic attempt to start the riot, they did have a mosh and were good, but quite samey to every other time I've seen them. The human beatbox and sharp suits were as ever very impressive.

Grandaddy then graced the stage like lo-fi pillars propping up the crumbling dreams of the 'real' indie kids that needed lo-fi, in an oasis of Oasis. Grandaddy were fantastic, their music is like that of bearded arch angels. Grandaddy had to make way for Ween, who were a crock of poo. No-one cares, you middle-aged musical retards, we're only standing here to get a good place for Shed Seven - Who were, in fact, brilliant, as usual. Even though the new guitarist Joe Jackson is not quite as ice cool as the divine Paul Banks. The Sheds, as good as they are, and trust me they are, continue to have much the same live routine, which, if you could actually listen to properly, instead of trying to hear whilst having your head rammed into some not very sober man's sweaty armpit, might become tiresome. But hey, that's not really in the spirit of things is it.

With Shed Seven gone, there was only one bands remaining in the Leeds Festival, the climax, the explosion of emotions, could only be left for..oh yes, Oasis. No'one was quite sure if this was the end, there was fear, loathing, painful tension, and then there they were. With Noel and Liam so far away from each other you could swing 15 cats, and Andy Bell was almost off the stage. With the first two songs, Go Let It Out, and Who Feels Love being decribed as the soundcheck we were taken on an Oasis rollercoaster, with all the best songs being played. Encoring with Hey Hey My My, by Neil Young, and finishing with Rock and Roll Star, Oasis proved they certainly were that. The only rock and roll stars of the nineties, leading to a steady decline at the turn of the century. If they're coming back it wont be soon, and it might not be together. At least that’s the impression I got. They say its not the funeral, but perhaps it’s the divorce. As they say,

There is nothing more conceptionally brilliant than rock and roll.