Day one, July 24 There’s one moment during Chvrches’ set where I feel the buzz. I’m no big fan, to be clear, but the live music experience has a way, at its best, of busting through all those taste and identity and mood control barriers to smash your heart to smithereens. The band is on a giant video screen, black sliced with shards of white. As they hit one of their ecstatic electro-rock crescendos the lights turn to lasers, which bleed off the screen and into the sky. Lifting my head to the cosmos, I see them collide and entwine with more lasers of all colours as an explosion of white triangles snows down to glow at my robot feet. Damn. I hate my feet. The half-naked dancing guy over there has fire feet. How can I get fire feet?