The glorious weather might have disappeared, but Coloursfest's annual crowd of 10,000 ravenous punters can console themselves with a stellar line-up that includes German trance sensations Paul van Dyk and Markus Shulz and Dutch dynamo Laidback Luke.
Hardwell, Mark Knight, Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike, Tommy Trash and La Fuente will be providing smooth big room house.
There'll be frantic scenes as John O'Callaghan, John Askew, Bryan Kearney vs Indecent Noise, Arctic Moon and Mark Sherry bring their banging techno, and at the outdoor GBXperience stage we can expect more of the same from Darren Styles, Joe Inferno, George Bowie, Mallorca Lee, Obsession and Digital Devil. Oh, and then there's the small matter of Paul Oakenfold, the trance god who could fill the arena single-handedly.
l Coloursfest 2012, Braehead Arena, Saturday, 5pm-4am, £35.
That day of rest is going to have to wait.
If you really wanted to, you could spend 30 hours of the bank holiday dancing, between the brazen riches of Coloursfest and these intimate, more secret affairs.
The Arches Jubilee Party sets off from Macsorley's Bar at 1.30pm on Sunday to a secret countryside location for a day of deep house and techno.
Harri and Jasper James, both of the neighbouring Sub Club, headline alongside Riccardo Chicarella and Deane & Chris Reid.
Returning from the country at 11pm you'll no doubt want to head straight to the Arches café bar where Substanz's Pat Gallagher, Paul Ross and 54th and West among others will be spinning suitably deep sounds to aid the ramblers' recovery.
Monday sees a more local jaunt, taking over a small section of the West End for an all-day half indoor, half outdoor fiesta.
Harri pops up again, this time alongside his Subculture partner Domenic – and they're joined by Sensu, Sunday Circus and Thunder Disco Club.
l The Arches Jubilee Secret Party, Meeting Point – Macsorley's, Jamaica Street, Sunday, 1.30pm – 3am.
l Subculture & Sensu: The Kelvin Way Terrace Party, Meeting Point- Dukes Bar, Old Dumbarton Road, Monday, 3pm-10pm, £10.
How do you make year old milk sound appealing?
Well, reunite three beloved ex-bands for a one-off night of birthday celebrations, provide cookies and super-cheap cider and voila!
Flat 0/1's Wednesday night indie spectacular Milk has had a pretty stunning first year of existence, and to mark it they've managed to hunt down local bands who've "gone missing" and bring them back in from the cold, even if just for one gig.
Drive-By Argument had a brief flirtation with stardom in 2007, their electro-indie single Sex Lines Are Expensive Comedy somehow managing to end up on the warm-up soundtrack for the New York Rangers. They disbanded in 2009 and integrated themselves into various other Glasgow bands.
They'll be returning alongside cult concerns Jocasta Sleeps and Theatre Fall, and then DJ'ing afterward. It's another surprising show of force from Milk, which is fast becoming the city's prominent indie concern.
l Milk's First Birthday, Flat 0/1, Wednesday, 9pm-3am, £7.
Nightmoves @ Horse meat Disco at Flat 0/1
I HAVE to confess spent Saturday night in a downmarket city centre bar.
I know, I know. It won't happen again. It just might have been the lowest ebb of civilised society.
I saw girls fall flat on the floor in front of packs of cheering lads.
I saw the most misogynistic man I have ever had the displeasure of encountering scream abuse at a girl for being, in his eyes, overweight.
All of this was set to a soundtrack of pumping chart dance tunes that had the designated dancing area (it wasn't a dancefloor as such) packed with mature, freshly-sunburned punters.
It was a Benidormian nightmare that I hope I will never relive.
Our night at Flat 0/1's Horse Meat Disco was a Tuscan paradise in comparison, albeit a Tuscan paradise with more sleazy disco and loose dancing.
For their third-Friday-of-the-month residency, the Midnight Cowboys chaps had the frankly fantastic idea to invite up the Horse Meat Disco chaps from their base in London, where they've been entertaining fans of NY disco, elastic basslines and shimmering Italo-house for nigh on eight years.
To say that they caused a rumpus would be a tremendous understatement – with the halcyon days of David Mancuso's New York Loft as the template, there was never going to be much sitting about.
Lashings of punk funk, proto-house and juicy electronica from the equine Londoners made for one delicious musical buffet.