THIS is how you do a festival.
Step 1: Book a load of crappy bands.
Step 2: Put them on somewhere lame.
Step 3: Misspell the surname of one of the headliners on the press release.
Step 4: Try to suggest that the prospect of watching Freakpower - Freakpower! - trot through the hit while stood on a damp suburban brownfield site might help to lift the gloom you feel on a "murky grey day such as this". To be honest, this hasn't cheered me up at all...