THEY might not have been top of the list on the flyers but York’s mighty Shed Seven were certainly the main attraction at the latest of their summer extravaganzas.

The five-piece Britpop stars, complete with three-pronged brass section, lit up Saturday night at the wonderfully-named Shrewsbury Fields Forever festival in Shropshire.

Fellow Yorkshire indie aces The Cribs were ostensibly top of the bill, and they put on a decent show too, despite a long delay as paramedics saw to an injured crowd surfer at the foot of the stage. But, given the audience reaction before and after the main gigs, there was little doubt who the headline act really were for the majority of punters.

The Sheds rattled through a tried and tested hour-long set covering the bulk of their hits from their 1990s heyday. It was exactly what the revellers were after – apart from the fact it went by too quickly.

Without a tour this year, they’ve been filling in with festival appearances up and down the land – their previous outing was at the bigger (and better) Bingley Festival much nearer to home.

Long bus journeys, coupled with day jobs, could feasibly get tiring, yet, judging by frontman Rick Witter’s ever-enthusiastic performance with the mic and the polished musicianship behind him, they’ve lost none of their zest for action.

As usual he had the crowd lapping up his every word. Not least one Scottish girl who, in full view of her partner, repeatedly shouted out whom she really loved. “Rick,” she yelled at every opportunity. “I’ve come all this way tae see ya. Just touch my hand...” Witter himself was unaware, much to her growing frustration.

To avoid the wrath of a scorned woman, he’d do well to look out for her at their last trip of the festival season in two weeks’ time, when they go all the way up to Ullapool in the Highlands. It’s bound to be cold but another performance like this will warm everyone up.