I headed down to Bristol for Simple Things festival this bank holiday, and had a pretty good time. Having been stuck in a house for a few days with two poorly housemates, I was glad to get out and away from Nottingham for a couple of days; however I hadn't quite escaped their sickliness and managed to contract some sort of virus that made my legs feel like lead whilst being plagued by a horrible nauseous feeling, which didn't make for very good festival-going, but I did what I could.

First of all, I'm going to start off by saying that Simple Things does not cater to those whose legs ache. The venues were pretty far apart, and I'm not shy of walking a fair distance! However, this couldn't be helped, so given my condition, we stayed around the Thekla and the O2 Academy for the majority of the day.

After collecting our wristbands, we headed to the Thekla to catch Gaggle. Or so we thought. We waited patiently whilst Talk in Colour disco-ed with a harp and bopped with a cello, but Gaggle were nowhere to be seen. Oh, what's that? I had got the venue completely wrong, well done me. After mentally kicking myself very hard in the foot, (my achey legs couldn't manage it) we waddled over to the O2 Academy to catch Still Corners.

Playing in a tiny room where the inbetween-bands DJ felt it appropriate to blast tunes at clubnight decibels, Still Corners were a moody-looking bunch. Championing hazy, soothing vocals against just-audible surf-inspired guitar nuances, it seemed fitting that they were playing against a backdrop montage of psychedelia-esque images. At times, I felt as though I could have put money down on the beginning of a Blonde Redhead cover, whilst an ebbing feel of Broadcast was present throughout, Still Corners were a lovely listen.

Food break – we went to Wagamama's. Never order the ramen from the kid's menu; the staff look at you as though you're an idiot and I would have had the same taste and saved money by licking the kitchen sink.

Tall Ships. Now there's a band I've seen countless times who have not once disappointed. A band billed to appeal to those who like: "Loop pedals, big hits and naughty nights out," the handsome Falmouth boys managed to fit a good range of stuff into such a tiny play slot, from the frantic mathy cluster-fuck of 'Beanieandodger', to the slow-burning, swelling refrain of Chemistry, to the brilliantly looping, crescendo-building, 'Hit the Floor'. The highlight of the set has to be Vessels, which has the capability of raising the hair on the back of the neck of even the most emotionally-inept. The audience singing, "a vessel, to carry you and me, now sits at the bottom, the bottom of the sea" straight back to the band was a wonderful instance that won't be forgotten any time soon.

I managed to run next door and grab a peek at Grimes, hotly-tipped for this year. Full of confidence, Grimes played with an energetic demeanor; she seemed genuinely excited to be on-stage and seemed to be having fun looping and playing her music to a packed-out O2 Academy.

Team Me were by far my favourite act of the day, and lived up to every expectation that I had after repeatedly listening to critically acclaimed EP 'To the Treetops!' and nothing else since its release. The band opened with the anthematic, choral 'Weathervanes and Chemicals', and managed to cram in several tracks from their EP, which was released February this year, including 'Riding My Bicycle (from Ragnvalsbekken to Swrkedalen)', 'Show Me', 'Patrick Wolf & Daniel Johns', 'Dear Sister' and my personal favourite, 'With My Hands Covering Both of my Eyes I am Too Scared to Have a Look at You Now'. One might describe them as a 'Scandinavian Arcade Fire for a generation in need of urgent optimism', and good god, do we need it right now. If you haven't listened to their debut yet, make sure you do over here.

Heading downstairs to catch Death in Vegas, you'd be forgiven for mistaking the acclaimed 90s electronic outfit for muzak. I'm not sure whether it was the venue, or the sound, or just that the 90s was two entire decades ago. There was a minor peak amongst the troughs in that I felt as though I was lost amongst a scene from '9 Songs' during the performance of 'Hands Around My Throat'. Sadly, the similarity ends there as I didn't go home and indulge in beautiful, artistic and explicit sex with a fellow music-lover. Ho hum.

Managed to snake my way into Errors for just one song ('Pump') despite a packed out venue and a one-in-one-out fiasco, before claustrophobia getting the better of me. It's great to know that the Glaswegian four-piece are still going strong and I was very disappointed to have missed what I have heard was one of the festival highlights.

Following Errors, I weaved myself between Planningtorock and Man Like Me. Yet again I was left disappointed by Planningtorock, I really feel as though the O2 Academy let down a lot of the acts on the main stage; Janine Rostron's voice just didn't seem to carry as well as it should have in such a large venue. Man Like Me luckily played 'Oh My Gosh' early on in their set, which is all anyone really knows of them, right? Although a fun, live band, it almost felt as though they were taking their 'fun' and repeatedly shoving it in my face whilst I fought against a crowd of sweaty fun-lovers, all having fun together in one tiny room. Except, instead of that being what happened, it was a parody of that. (Grumblegrumble, I was tired and sick, it probably wasn't a reflection of the band, don't hurt me Man Like Me fans.)

I acknowledge that this review has turned decidedly negative, please remember that I was a sick person, and all of this standing and enjoying things was getting a bit too much for my legs. I did manage to muster enough strength to get myself over to the Thekla for Factory Floor, however, and I'm glad I did; they turned out to be phenomenal. Playing to a full-room (seeing as Squarepusher was playing at the same time on the other side of town), the three-piece seemed detached; the guitarist played her guitar with a bow, there was a drummer at the front of the stage (screw you, convention!), a pad of things was hit repetitively with a drumstick, and then the guitar, and then back to the pad of things; and the noise. The noise was a wall of pulsing, dark, impenetrable bass-y synth, accompanied by dead-behind-the-eyes vocals and the occasional, subtle change in dynamics that leads you to think the song is going to explode into something even bigger, but it never quite does.

All in all, Simple Things is a great, all-day festival, and seemed to go off without a hitch, given it's only in its second year. The only disappointment was the lack of the promised 'secret venues', but I suppose even if there were secret venues, my legs wouldn't have taken me there.