A decade ago, you would correctly anticipate the old-skool, grinning vibe of free love to be soundchecked by the sun-setting, Acid House straddling anthems of a 'Screamadelica'-era Primal Scream.
No longer. Re-launched in recent years as a blisteringly heavy, double-knuckled sonic fist, tonight the Other Stage crowd twist in the palm of their unforgiving hand, as it clenches ever tighter.
Dark, heavy and vicious, it is a mighty experience. Skewering the dense, pulsing, electo-rock of 'Miss Lucifer' and 'Kill All Hippies' alongside the freeform, bad-mouthed 'Blood Money' and 'Accelerator''s opening invitation to die, this is a band jetting miles beyond the top of their game.
A punishing, brain-puncturing 'Kowalski' and the streaming beats of 'Burning Wheel' are aligned with the inclusive, more Glasto friendly, narco positivity of 'Move On Up' and the closing 'Loaded', before a clamorous crowd brave enough to take this head-on.
The distance Gillespie, Innes, Young etc, plus the ten-million dollar signing Mani, have travelled in these ten years is incredible enough. That they still command overwhelming respect and bathe in such corrosive waters so long into their career equals an imperious, emphatic legacy.
Glastonbury is unlikely to witness a set as fearsome as this all weekend.
