Previously the MacMillan Brick Lane Takeover, this year The Big Mix had been rebranded and scheduled on a Saturday – a very good move for a festival that begins at midday. Unfortunately, however, you can never rely on the weather and just as Treetop Flyers were setting up on the Brushfield Street bandstand, the heavens opened, slightly delaying kick-off. They bravely battled through, however, playing some wonderful feel-good summery folk-pop in defiance of the conditions, and managed to remind everyone that it was actually June.

As I was determined to prolong this vibe, City Shanty Band were an absolute must-see. Consisting of anything up to 11 people, there were 6 of them there today, but this didn’t detract from their fantastic brand of urban sea shanties, and they wowed the crowd with epics such as ‘What Shall We Do With A Drunken Banker’ (answer: leave him alone in Hackney Central) and ‘Pearl’s The Girl’ (“...who’s wasting away” – a song about anorexia). They managed to bust out an accordion – in the Queen Of Hoxton of all places – without it seeming ironic, sung a lovely ballad about the Thames Whale, and generally got a rousing reception from the slightly soggy and still largely sober 1pm crowd.

Heading back to Spitalfields in search of lunch, I arrived at the bandstand just in time to see Lene Marlin sound-a-like (that’s no bad thing, in case you were wondering) Holly Taymar perform a stunning cover of Paul Weller’s ‘Superstition’.

Next up venue-wise was Rich Mix – not somewhere I’ve been to before but a very interesting place. Bleeding Heart Narrative were on stage when we arrived; I’m not entirely sure how best to describe them but they managed to use a violin and cello without being either folk or post-rock, which isn’t an easy feat. They were very enjoyable, and deserved a better reception than they were getting, but it was a slightly odd space and with the majority of the crowd sitting around the edges of the room it was hard to engender much of an atmosphere.

Very rarely do you see Kaoss pads and a flying V utilised by the same band, but very rarely do you see a band quite like Yunioshi. There was a large amount of entirely deserved press interest in this band, meaning that if you were watching them as a punter all you could really see for the first few songs was a crush of photographers in front of the stage. However, once satiated they fell back and the crowd really got going. Yunioshi are truly indescribable; they have synths, pop harmonies, rapping, rock riffs, what appeared to be a three-handed drummer (well alright, not quite, but he was using at least 3 drumsticks at some points) and something that looked for all the world like a musical etch-a-sketch. It’s impossible to do them justice, so I’ll just say this: Make sure you check out this band. They were absolutely the highlight of the day.

The Pipettes were up next, and although it’s an unfashionable thing to admit, I quite liked their debut album. However, at some point in the last 5 years they’ve morphed from being a relatively fun, tongue-in-cheek 60s-style pop band into a relatively terrible, 80s-style disco band. Trapped there due to the rain, we soon decided that getting wet was actually more preferable, and headed down to the Brickhouse to check out the cabaret. Compered by Beau Peep, and featuring an acrobatic Freddie Mercury, Ballet Dancing Burlesque and a Pyrotechnic Cowgirl, it provided a refreshing change of pace from the predominantly band-based lineup (there was comedy at Concrete but we didn’t manage to make it down) and was certainly spectacular.

From there, we took advantage of a break in the rain to head back to Brushfield Street to catch the wonderful Ben Marwood. The terrible weather and proximity time-wise to Zero 7 and Cock ‘n’ Bull Kid meant that he was playing to a far smaller audience than he deserved, but his engagement with the crowd was as charmingly witty as ever, and he seemed completely unphased by the shamefully tiny crowd and steadily worsening downpour. The torrential rain brought people in from the benches to sit cross-legged on the floor in front of the stage, giving his set a very intimate and personal feel. ‘We’re No Longer 25’ and ‘Tell Avril Lavigne I Never Wanted To Be Her Stupid Boyfriend Anyway’ both went down well, and he closed with his brilliant cover of ‘The District Sleeps Alone Tonight’, during which he abandoned the microphone in favour of singing directly to the crowd. A fantastic performance from one of my new favourite artists.

The Big Mix continued on into the night, but somehow I managed to drink a whole bottle of wine with dinner and the rain was threatening to turn my already bad cold into full-blown pneumonia (Ok, I exaggerate. But only slightly) so we headed home, having enjoyed another brilliant day hosted by the incredible folk at Macmillan Cancer Care. In total, £31,000 was raised for the charity, which is certainly an achievement.