If Saturday was bathed in the shadow of evil, Sunday dawned with the foul stench of death. In addition to the eye-watering odor of baking porta-potties and fetid mud rising off the waterlogged fields, a few of the early rising artists seem to have the great hereafter on their minds.

Dax Riggs, formerly of Deadboy and the Elephantmen (one hit already, before I even get started), played a mini-suite of sweet release songs during his set on the AT&T Stage that started with a blown-out blooze cover of Richard and Linda Thompson’s “Wall of Death” (”Let me ride on the wall of death one more time”), which segued into Deadboy’s fuzzed-out “Stop, I’m Already Dead” and the song “Living in Suicide” from his upcoming solo debut. The lyrics included “The death of things / … Burn everything I see / … Evil friend.”

Another kind of death, of the brain variety, was taking place at the other end of the festival grounds during a set by Wakefield, England, siblings act the Cribs. “We’re not one of those cheesy festival bands,” said singer/guitarist Ryan Jarman, who appeared to be trying to kill himself by coming out in tight jeans and a black leather jacket while facing directly into the sun. Hey, Ry Ry, guess what? You are one of those cheesy festival bands, because you’re playing a festival and your sound is sometimes a cheesy Brit Pop rehash. Ryan and twin bassist Gary redeemed themselves, though, during the bash-and-pop banger “I’m a Realist,” during which Gary sang the lines “I’m a realist, I’m a romantic,” with Ryan chiming in “I’m an indecisive piece of sh–.” Nice.