Bangers from across their back catalogue soon win the crowd over, with Mike grinning from ear to ear as he dad-dances across the stage.
To be a buzz band is one thing, but to cut through and turn trauma into triumph is another.
This is a band in their stride.
Bea’s only getting bigger, and it’ll be back to the Main Stage for her in no time.
It's clear this stream of creativity from Bastille isn’t going to end anytime soon.
Her set was full of joyous fun and earnest excitement.
There’s empowerment in hearing a crowd of mostly women scream lyrics about hating fuck boys.
This is a band where special doesn’t feel enough. It’s The 1975, At Their Very Best.
How much ridiculousness do you reckon you could stomach on a Sunday afternoon?
Revelling the chaos of this notorious festival, Lynks, as usual, offers horny queer bangers galore.