We heard Jackmaster before we saw him: the thudding bass drum from his set was audible from across the expressway in Partick. Ambling towards the Riverside Museum in the blazing sunshine, the building’s shapely curves and the noise drawing closing, it was easy to forget that this was the same dreich city we spend 50 weeks of the year in.

We made our way in just as Joris Voorn took to the main stage, his beats more focused and composed than the raucous Jackmaster. Round the corner, on the Sub Club stage, house stalwarts Harri and Dom were handing over to the bassy heavyweight Julio Bashmore.

Everywhere we looked, it was all kicking off - in the best possible way, of course. An unexpected Waverley sail-past provoked some very mild hysteria. An adventurous couple shimmied along the river wall, hopped the fence, and drew admiring applause as they darted and disappeared into the crowd.

In the food and drink zone, the Heverlee Tent was a veritable oasis of calm. A DJ spun old funk, soul and disco edits: Jimi Hendrix and Marvin Gaye the soundtrack. It made the hour-long wait for a beer that bit less torturous.

The beers came and it was time for Fatboy Slim. A carnival rendition of the White Stripes’ Seven Nation Army provided an easy early singalong, as did a raucous Zombie Nation later on. Elsewhere, the Englishman’s set veered from the chart-friendly electro and dance that fired him into the charts all those years ago. Fictional faces morphed into each other with increasing pace on the big screens – Walter White, Tommy Cooper, Tony Soprano, Che Guevara – until Prince’s face lingered, and the stage turned purple. It drew huge cheers from the crowd, who hugged and toasted the late superstar. Slim turned up the heat with his old classic Star 69, triggering a mass outbreak of dancing (although, by this point, it was mostly just jumping and shouting). “Here we blinking go,” the masses yelled in unison, using a zestier term for blinking. It was a fitting – and sweary – end to the weekend. I might not be saying this when I’m knee-deep in mud in a field somewhere, but thank goodness festival season is back.

Q: Who’s the best band or DJ you’ve seen in a festival setting?

1. Duncan Faulks, 26, Glasgow, “Elton John at Bestival”

Dulcie Phipps, 24, Glasgow, “Pan-Pot at The Arches”

2. Katie Borland, 20, Glasgow, “Kasabian at Opener Festival in Poland”

Susie Muir, 21, Ardrossan, “The Courteeners at the O2”

3. Suzie McManus, 20, Ayrshire, “James at Benicassim”

Abbie Keenan, 20, Glasgow, “Tinie Tempah at the Big Weekend”

4. Steven Clelland, 33, Kilsyth, “Sven Väth, here, yesterday.”

Stuart McConkey, 23, Kilsyth, “I’m going to go for Sven Väth too: incredible”

5. Benjamin Wylde, 20, Irvine, “Caribou at Longitude in Ireland”

Kirsten Morris, 19, Dublin, “Little Dragon at Longitude last year”

6. Raymond Stone, 20, Irvine

Favourite Club? "Sub Club"

Favourite Bar? "Max’s"

Favourite DJ? "Jamie xx"

Favourite Band? "Arctic Monkeys"

First Club? "Bamboo"

What You Drinking? "Anything that’s going!"

Describe Your Dancing? "Erratic… spontaneous… and, um, eventful"

7. Ainsley Devaney, 18, Bishopbriggs, “Jackmaster, earlier on today”

Beth McGoldrick, 19, Clydebank, “It hasn’t happened yet, but I’m sure it’s going to be Fatboy Slim tonight.”

John-Ross Patrick, 18, Bearsden, “Jackmaster, just there, was unbelievable”

8. Victoria Fairlie, 20, Finnieston, “Julio Bashmore, at SWG3 last year.”

Dominic McCearney, 22, Uddingston, “Blawan at Leeds two years ago.”