Sunday starts with a country feel. Marianne Hyatt and Antonia soothe our heads. Such respite is short lived though, because The Barn That Can Not be Named take over for the next few hours. Outofinto are first into the fray. Their rap metal has come on in the last few months and they will undoubtedly be making themselves a regular fixture in Oxford soon. The terribly-named Claims Direct are a young punk band. They blend early Rancid with the Descendents, and while their subject matter is uninspiring, they put a smile on your face despite the turmoil in your head. Stegel, though, are taking their hangovers out on everyone. They sound gigantic. Waves of noise smacking you in the head relentlessly, while chaos ensues on stage. A definite highlight. Pity poor Caliber who have to follow them. In fairness, Caliber have come a long way in the last year, their Runaways-style rock getting tighter and more confident, but given today’s line up it’s a little like a butterfly on a wheel.

Coma Kai are a supergroup for today, as members of Black Candy and Outofinto step up to fill in for absent members. They have a song called ‘Sex, Rape and Videotape’. And they’re shouty metal. Nuff said.

Over in the Acoustic tent The Drug Squad are breaking the folk mould and get things going with some lively ska. Beards are notable by their absence.

Nick Kenny of Four Storeys plays a short acoustic set next, his band’s songs sounding just as perfect when he plays them on his own. Then it’s the turn of ex-Mystic Kate Garrett whose rootsy folk is entrancing to the point of us nearly missing Stoo*fa’s Gargoyle screams threaten to rip the ears off everyone in the Barn. Camp Blackfoot then take the audience from the Barn and put them firmly outside with their jazzcore noise. “This one’s for that bloke out of Rage Against the Machine” they mumble with a tongue firmly lodged in their cheeks. It’s a shame their angular approach frightens everyone because it’s an entertaining set, despite the confusion stopping them mid-song.

As the thundering footsteps of grindcore merchants Faith In Hate approach, we scarper to the rapidly filling acoustic tent to take in Oxford’s answer to Belle and Sebastian - Juno Pixie. ‘Apple In One Hand’ is a gem. With the sun finally making an appearance all is right with the world.

The final “Zooooool!” rung from Faith In Hate’s set, One Dice take the stage with a set so loud that the walls are dripping eardrums. “There’s no movement out there”, moans their frontman. That’s because everyone’s too busy trying to hold their brains in.

Festivals have a habit of having acts that just wouldn’t work anywhere else. Smilex is one of these. Clad in a Britney t-shirt and PVC trousers yelling about “drug overdoses and necrophilia”, whilst getting everyone to clap along is an odd approach but it seems to work and very soon everyone in the tent is grinning like a madman.

Chineseburn grab our attention with their English take on Country Rock. As the sun sets and ‘Nosebleeds’ is coming to an end it dawns on you what a great weekend it’s been: almost too short. So when Menlo Park take the stage in their 50s pimp suits and finish the day off with some Jon Spencer-style Americana, you feel a bit sorry for everyone who’s leaving early and missing a really entertaining set. After all, festivals are about checking out different styles and new bands, something that Truck offers everyone every year.

Allin Pratt