SO another Nozstock, mudsplattered and injun-dancing, has made its way into the history books.

The three-day festival just outside Bromyard continues to punch above its weight, without seemingly trying to.

The test of a true festival is its Sunday sets – two hangovers, no showers and six festival meals in; and Noz’s dehydrated masses still in attendance were treated to yet another downpour, which did little to dampen spirits or numbers, as the crowds packed in for Electric Swing Circus’s rowdy 5.30pm set, then shuffled across to the Garden Stage to step it out to the Dutty Inspectors.

“Normally people are a bit down by Sunday night – but this is buzzing,” said Heymoonshaker’s Andy Balcon – who knocked out his fifth festival performance in three days on the Garden Stage.

Nozstock, in this, and many other respects is a ‘proper’ festival.

It’s why the rain worked.

The crowd are battle-hardened.

The organisers set up the two main stages perpendicular to each other, keeping a constant buzz around the heart of the festival site.

Through miracles of sonic engineering you can stumble from British reggae to stadium rock to the burrito stand all within two minutes.

And then, when the lights go out, someone flicks the D’n’B switch and all bets are off.

Speaking briefly to the zombiefied bassheads dragging themselves from their tents mid-afternoon, the return of Andy C to the Saturday night headline spot was well-received.

The D’n’B legend played The Cubicles – Nozstock’s “deep and dirty” dance arena – a venue that leaves you feeling like you’ve fallen into a 90s rave, except there’s portaloos round the corner.

And this is the great triumph of Nozstock; it’s an old-school festival that creates its own little world for 72 hours.

To a man, people come for the party not for the pop music, and boy do they get one.