Say what you like about Stephen Pastel (and, I’ll wager many of you have). You cannot deny that alongside being one of the most influential and iconic figures in the Scottish music scene and running the best record shop in the country, he’s managed to release (through his Geographic label) a collection of works that are never less than worth a look (sometimes even genius). Today, Geographic gets a whole day to itself as part of Triptych 07.

Opening we have The Pastels doing their “quiet set”. And, it is indeed a nice relaxed way to ease ourselves into the day. Picking from collaborations, theatre pieces and covers, we get the band in a strangely unique ramshackle post-rock thing going on. Currently encompassing the heart of the Teenage Fanclub, they are also joined on stage by Japanese duo Tenniscoats – whose input bodes well for their own set later.

Also giving us two sets are Brighton all-girl krautrockers Electrelane. Fresh from a (slightly curtailed) tour with Arcade Fire and with fabulous new album No Shouts, No Calls album to punt, this year they could buck the trend of pretty much all their Too Pure stablemates and actually fulfil their potential? The first set concentrates more on their blowy wistful tunes. Yet still manages to completely rock. Completely driving. Later we get them in full rock-on mode. It’s equally as magnificent.

Write and broadcaster John Cavanagh and some chums have taken over one of the rooms for The Art Of Moog. This comprises him reading some unintelligible notes while fiddling with the eponymous synth, some other bloke doing the same (without the reading bit) and the third twiddling away on a guitar. VERY, VERY LOUDLY. It’s cacophonous, abstract possibly the most pretentious thing I’ve witnessed in quite some time. By rights, it should also be the most godawful. Instead it’s actually quite an impressive racket.

We’re also treated to some of “the Swedes’” This Is Our Music films made for MTV. Featuring Tenniscoats and fellow Japanese artist Kama Aina, and TVP’s Dan Treacy. The latter being quite painful to watch at times. And Monorail are on their holidays having brought the portable shop with them.

Pierre Bastien is either a genius or a maniac. And, probably both. Using meccano, bust turntables, music boxes and god knows what else he builds mechanical instruments for his pieces. They are rhythmic, hypnotic and completely fascinating. But, playing for near on an hour, the novelty wears off. Mark this one down as an interesting novelty rather than any great artistic experience.

Pretenders to the crown The Royal We, hold up the local side of things. The treat us to their set of fantastic glam-tinged pop stompers. Kinda like Roxy Music could’ve been had Ferry left instead of Eno. It’s all great fun. If a little empty. Oh, they’re still very much on the one-to-watch list, but not quite delivering fully on the promise, yet. So, of course, the whisper is that this is going to be their last gig. Nae sticking power, the kids these days. Harumph.

Tenniscoats return in their own right and deliver us a stunningly beautiful and delicately fragile set. Slight female vocals and occasional keyboards are balanced exquisitely with some of the most other-worldly guitar parts you’ve never heard before. They manage to balance perfectly between the avant and the melodic; between the fey and grabbing you by the guts.

Topped of with a rocking loud set from out hosts The Pastels. It is definitely louder, but it could be the beer and I’m having difficulty differentiating from earlier. I suppose this is loud in Pastel-land. It’s damn fine, either way. And, I’m certainly not in he minority thinking so. The man himself is nearly carried shoulder high from the hall. Tonight the indie kids rule once more. Even if a lot have seen many summers since they could rightfully claim the tag ‘kids’.

Nine hours and still left wanting more. A grand day out.