As the evening wore on, Of Montreal had a dazzling stage show involving costumed dancers (including a couple of jigging pigs) to go with their arty rock, elder statesmen You Am I peppered their set of mostly newish material with a few classics (Purple Sneakers, Heavy Heart, Cathy's Clown and Berlin Chair), and Sweet Jelly Roll DJs brought the swinging sounds of pre-'60s dance music to the present.

A slow start to Sunday morning was aided by the gentler sounds of Dan Kelly & The Ukeladies and the country tones and hip-hop beats of Jim White & John Doe, before things got moody with Bridezilla and Pivot.

Old Crow Medicine Show were proclaimed by many to be the best of the fest and received the most enthusiastic response of the weekend, by turning the amphitheatre into a good old-fashioned hoe-down.

It was at that point that My Disco smashed the crowd over their collective heads with an array of feedback bursts, angular guitars and thumping beats in what was the loudest set of the day.

The highlights came thick and fast on Sunday night.

The Church were stunning, punctuating their session on stage with a perfectly timed rendition of Under The Milky Way that came just as the stars began to twinkle overhead.

Tony Allen overcame earlier sound problems for a cruisey set of Afrobeat jams, but he and his seven-piece band were quickly forgotten once The Drones fired up their guitars for a blistering set of ragged rock.

But the high point was yet to come.

It was birthday boy Gary Numan, the freshly 51-year-old King Of Synth-Pop, who provided the pinnacle of GP09.

It was the hits everyone wanted to hear - Cars, Down In The Park, Are 'Friends' Electric? - but the moments in between were equally awesome as he slammed Nine Inch Nails guitars and beats over his usual hook-laden synthesizers.

The present and past collided and it sounded like the future, leaving the thousands of punters feeling as if they'd witnessed something special.

The post-midnight hours descended into a haze of DJs and dance music and on Monday the campers awoke to sore heads, a sizeable clean-up/pack-up, and the occasional marquee atop a four-wheel-drive.

But it was all met with a smile as the memories of the previous two days slowly brought themselves to the forefront of our brains.

It's safe to say that all those present this year will want to return next year, and as Meredith tickets are harder to get each year, it's a good thing to have it's little sister, Golden Plains, to hang out with.