If Sunday afternoon at Glastonbury is ‘The Legacy Slot’; Sunday afternoon at Sound City is ‘The Hangover Slot’. People are still dozy, seeking out coffee and bacon butties. Hangovers are nursed and the vibe is ‘gentle’.

C Duncan are Scottish indie kids, showing off their new trainers/blenders they bought in Liverpool yesterday. They seem pleasant enough; there is little Alex Turner-style mouthy twaddle to accompany the music. The set itself is a stroll through last year’s bucolic, Mercury nominated Postcard of an album, Architect.

It’s suitable enough for the slot, with harmonies and acoustic strumming. The problem itself is there is a paucity of genuinely great songs. One just sort of blends into another: like a kind of aural blancmange. It seems genuinely out of place in today’s ears, the kind of ‘lost in the woods’ ballads that Fleet Foxes/Bon Iver were doing in 2008. They are also hidebound by death-metal style shouting from across the bay. This is a common problem at Sound City. The second song is lost completely by pops and crackles from faulty guitar jacks. If you’re gonna play a big stage, bring your game.

Only ‘Garden’ strikes me as something genuinely beautiful and original and this is the last song. They leave the stage politely, having offered half an hour of aural balm that just wasn’t good enough. A hungover audience, standing on a wasteland deserved more.

@KevMcCready