Sunday is traditionally Metal Day at Reading. This means I steer well clear of the main stage all day because a) I really don't get metal and b) I feel half-dead and am covered in enough bruises so getting caught up in a circle pit will only make matters worse. No, instead I stick to my comfort zone of indie schmindie, throwaway pop fun, safe in the knowledge that Rascals' fans won't make me run around in a circle, bashing into other people. I start Sunday in the Festival Republic tent with XX (formerly Xerox) Teens. 'Welcome to Goon Island' is their long awaited debut album and is one that shows innovation and imagination can still exist within modern music. Without doubt, the highlight of the set is 'Darlin' but the rest of the set provides a lively and fun wake up call. A hop, skip and a jump (or a very slow and painful walk) away, Yeasayer are having technical problems in the NME/Radio 1 tent, which eventually results in them only being able to play four songs. All in all, it's a very underwhelming experience, either because of the length of the set or the fact most of the small crowd don't seem that into it. Henry Rollins is a legend (I'm really hoping you didn't need me to tell you that) and so the Alternative Stage is packed long before he is due to perform. My disappointment of the weekend is not seeing the ex-Black Flag man because of this - I got bored staring at the back of someone's head and not being able to hear - but New York's Adam Green cheers me up a little with his drunken dancing and nonsensical banter. Still, through the rambling he does share with us the very useful formula for converting celsius into farenheit... You know, this journalism lark is hard sometimes. Specifically, writing about bands you love to death. You want to keep at least a little bit of objectiveness and refrain from gushing but sometimes it's so god damn hard. This is the problem I am faced with when writing about Johnny Foreigner, the best thing to come out of Birmingham (and, potentially, the UK) in a very long time. Singer/guitarist Alexei Berrow greets the crowd with a video camera, recording their enthusiastic response to the start of JoFo's set, before he and fellow bandmates Kelly Southern (bass) and Junior Laidley (drums) tear into one of the sets of the festival, which includes songs like 'Sofacore', 'Hennings Favourite' and 'Yr All Just Jealous'. After the ridiculous fun times had watching JoFo comes the more chilled out, beautiful times of watching Emmy the Great. Much overlooked, despite her involvement with several well-known musicians like Lightspeed Champion, Emmy is very much a hidden treasure with her delicate acoustic gems feeling delightfully rewarding when you discover her. The first of two doses of live Miles Kane action comes via his first band, The Rascals. The Festival Republic tent is heaving, as it should be, as the three lads from Liverpool walk the boards. Coming on to the title track of their debut album, 'Rascalize', gets the crowd pumped up before they confidently rattle through their short yet magnificent catalogue of dark, cinematic tunes. A short while and a costume change later, Kane is stepping out on the NME/Radio 1 stage with fellow Shadow Puppet, Alex Turner. Backed by a 16 piece orchestra, the duo charm and enchant the packed tent with songs from their album 'The Age of the Understatement'. The singles receive the biggest cheers but the crowd respond well to whatever Kane and Turner say or do. Where this time last year, this tent was moving to futuristic synths this year it's gone way back in time and is dancing it's socks off to what could quite easily be a 60s spy movie soundtrack. And funnily, SMD's James Ford had some involvement with both of them. Other highlights: Pulling some shapes to Chromeo, finally getting to see the wonderful Conor Oberst, standing *this* close to actual radio/music journalism legend Steve Lamacq and ending the festival with the moderately attended yet utterly brilliant Johnny Foreigner show at Club NME. Same again next year?