An expectant crowd await the afternoon's proceedings at The Parlour bar on Leith Links, just a short walking distance from the main venue of the Franklin Cricket Club. Compact and bijou it's both very busy and very hot. I recognise some familiar faces from last night's excellent shows, some obviously a little worse for wear, but on the whole jovial and ready to rock.  

The Reverse Cowgirls commence this afternoon's show. They competently throw out a bourbon-soaked country tinged rock 'n' roll in the order of Eddie Spaghetti, with a tinge of Southern Culture On The Skids thrown in there for good measure. They definitely brought to mind images of trailer parks in the Deep South. They did a good job of warming up the crowd, on what was already a hot day (well, by Edinburgh standards anyway).

Second up are The No-Things, a local 4 piece no nonsense '60s influenced garage rock band. Suave front man Laurent (of Les Bof) never fails to enthuse the crowd - he is a natural performer, and it's contagious. Before the set he moves around pieces of furniture in the tiny space available to make room for his big persona - and when the band get going he starts off jumping up on a chair, clapping his hands and daring the crowd to come and get some! Luckily the crowd are in a co-operative mood. The guitarist gives a bit of chat in between songs; he's quite funny in his tuxedo t-shirt and white jacket (which he makes a joke of before anyone else has a chance to get in there!) Laurent calls for audience participation with 'Who Did You Love Bob' (at least I think that's what it was called!). A short set, but none the less very sweet. They sound good, and will no doubt be as successful if not more so than Les Bof.  

Lastly Glasgow's The Bucky Rage are up, adorned in a variety of wrestling masks and capes / ladies hosiery. Not that this kind of gimmickry is anything new in the world of garage punk; and I would be very surprised if they did not have the likes of the Rip Offs / Thee Mummies / Von Zippers and many other '90s non-hit making punksters in their own record collections. They do not disappoint however, sounding for the most part as good as they look. A fast and trashy cover of 'Wildman' is thrown into the mix for posterity. When they are good they are very good, but there are a few numbers that seem to be reminiscent of a previous band, and don't quite fit. And then I see through the stocking clad head of the drummer/singer and can just about distinguish him as the lead singer of The Reverse Cowgirls - okay, now it all makes sense, or does it..?      

All in all, a fun afternoon, and if you didn't have a weekend ticket, this gig was free - you can't really ask for more.

As Edinburgh continued to enjoy respectable temperatures for the time of year anticipation was also running high for the continuation of this, the first Franklin Fest. Given the calibre of the bands set to play across tonight and tomorrow there was much to hope for and as things unfolded from 8pm onwards expectations were to be readily met, if not in fact exceeded.

First to appear in the Franklin Academicals Beige Cricket Club pavilion tonight were local trio Sally Skull, reconstituted 17 years after their last gig specially for the event. Not a band that rang any bells with me from back then and whilst the length of time since that previous show was at times all too evident they got through their time slot pretty much unscathed after at least warming up the crowd as is the lot of an opening act.

Localism was the name of the game for tonight's second act as the legendary Thanes came on for a hometown show. Have I ever seen them play better? I doubt it. A tighter unit it would be hard to imagine. Whilst on record they can at times be a tad too light they had a rawness and energy about them this evening that sucked the crowd in and carried it along for the ride. Lenny Helsing, a chap you'd find it difficult to describe as anything other than mild-mannered, performed like a man possessed as the quartet raced through a packed set that amply showed what musical polymaths they are, covering Dutch beat tracks and suchlike along with their own wholly authentic original material. That and the exceptional sound quality they and the rest of the weekend's acts enjoyed made this a clear highlight of the whole experience.

Which meant that there was ever so slightly more meaning behind Russell Wilkins' thanks for Lord Rochester being placed next in the bill. The audience though needed a bit of a breather so the trio's Bo Diddley inspired activities, whilst not exactly slow by any means, came as a bit of relief after the previous musical assault. Pounding through a host of their own material including 'My Baby Won't Ride Beside Me', 'Seven Steps To Heaven' and their main inspiration's 'Who Do You Love?' they exhibited the bantering and inclusive nature of the festival as a whole with their solid engagement with the receptive crowd. They even inveigled Bruce Brand to step behind the drumkit for a rousing singalong finale, which is no small thing.

Mr. Brand was then of course back in the performance space in no time at all (swift changeovers being another major plus point in the event's favour) as The Masonics played us into the early part of the next morning. Longtime stalwarts of the scene Mickey Hampshire, John Gibb & Bruce were last seen by this writer at the inaugural Hipsville back in 2013 so being involved right at the birth of such events is looking like a bit of habit for them. Not though one they should break any time soon. Kicking off with 'I've Only Got Myself To Blame' they joked & thundered through more of their own classic material as well as new track 'Don't Torment Me' (during which the volume managed to rise significantly). Joined for a few numbers by Ludella Black (including 'Make You Mine' during the encore) theirs was as consummate a performance and example of what the weekend as could have been hoped for. Top marks & extra points for somehow managing to stay suited up in the pervading heat of the hall.

A finer first night proper you'd have been unlikely to find anywhere and one that those behind it and involved at any level could be rightly proud of. A hard act for Saturday night to follow ...       

Everything has to start somewhere but when you're the first band on the bill of the first ever garage, beat, punk 'n' roll festival in Edinburgh & your bass player can't turn up due to getting his dates wrong you'd be forgiven for wishing that start point wasn't occupied by you. Logan's Close, however, went from strength to strength in their enforced trio shape as they kicked off Franklin Fest downstairs in The Safari Lounge.

Having been praised as "the future of Beat in Scotland" by no less than Lenny van Helsing of The Thanes and, as their set progressed and they loosened up a bit, bringing to the table plenty of the energy & spirit exhibited by their forebears when cutting their teeth in Hamburg 50 or so years ago you'd have to say he's on to something there. And that was before they really started to sing. 

Whilst the drummer can hold a tune the two front men are capable of some serious projection when they get into their stride, providing more than a couple of instances wherein you can imagine them progressing very comfortably within the local scene and beyond.

A change of style but not of relative age when The Phlegm make their appearance. Clearly as a regular gig goer bands looking as young as they are takes over from that adage about youthful policemen. As with Logan's Close though these lads played a tight and confident set of originals and covers of rockabilly & punk tunes (including Devo's 'Mongoloid')with a lean towards the vampire & zombie end of things.

Ably deploying an upright bass for the latter thirds of their performance and exhibiting a good sense of humour throughout theirs was a show that clearly they'd not just fallen into but one which accumulated tens of hours of practice has honed to a thing with only a very few rough edges requiring to still be rounded off. Yet another up and coming band that thoroughly deserve greater attention and a further credit to the organisers for having the wit to put them on the bill.

Finishing things off tonight were The Creeping Ivies, last seen by this reviewer over a year ago. Wasting no time in starting they initially got things underway to an empty room, forcing the tardy punters to hastily make amends by scrambling downstairs and getting into place as the first chords reverberated around.

Blazing through such tracks as 'Alright For You' the trio stomped & yowled themselves into the sort of frenzy that temperatures earlier in the day would have made life-threatening. A fittingly enlivening performance to close out this first night of an event that promises to build high on suitably strong foundations.

Franklin Fest continues over this weekend at The Parlour and the Franklin Cricket Club. Further details here. 

Though now perched precariously atop a hill in Pikehall Derbyshire, Y-Not started life as a modest gathering of sixth formers in a quarry. Now playing host to thousands of punters annually, as well as the hundreds of bands which have graced its stages, Y-Not (along with sister site 2000 trees) has arguably gone on to become one of the best medium-sized festivals on the calendar.

It's been ten years this year since the fateful weekend in a quarry, and in order to celebrate, this year's line-up seeks to outdo anything the organisers have done thus far. With bands such as Augustines, Honeyblood and Jaws all joining the likes of Snoop Dogg, Basement Jaxx and Primal Scream who are headlining, it's clear that the festival isn't just indie-centric as many of their medium-sized contemporaries are; the Giant Squid stage in particular playing host to a burgeoning number of metal and post-hardcore acts like Pulled Apart By Horses, whilst the Allotment (previously hosting the likes of last year's Sunday headliner Frank Turner) offers those bands who are just starting out the chance to shine.

Like most festivals however, the music might be the main focus, but it isn't the be all and end all. The huge vistas on offer of the surrounding Peak District make for an imposing scene from which to enjoy the plethora of artisan food and drinks on offer, whilst the tongue in cheek tropicana of the Mussel Beach cocktail bar provides a welcome break from the gallons of beer inevitably being swilled.

Though ten years may have passed since the festival's very first iteration, it still manages to retain a definite feeling of intimacy, especially when compared to its larger, and less fiercely independent counterparts; a rare quality in an age where just about every festival stage is sponsored by one beverage or another. Thankfully this feeling of independence is something which bleeds through from the festival's ethos and in to its crowds, allowing for a wholly diverse, and utterly irresistible weekend away from the posturing and Instagramming that plagues other events. A perfect way to spend the last weekend of July.

This year's Y-Not Festival falls on the 31st July to the 2nd of August. Tickets for which can be bought here.