Rat Boy: Much has been made of Rat Boy's knack for comical realism, waxing lyrical about the pitfalls of searching for a job and scuffling with the law, but he's so much more than Jamie T's little, louder brother. Newly backed by a snotty nosed live band, Jordan Cardy is already broadening his sound through subtle ambition - without losing any of the wacky grit that made him so charming in the first place.
Ho99o9: Despite appearing hellbent on destruction, Ho99o9 (pronounced HORROR) are an unmissable live prospect. Hailing from New Jersey and blending elements of hip hop, punk and blistering white noise, the duo are currently adding the finishing touches to their debut album, with their live shows as unpredictable as their recorded output - just don't blame us if you don't make it out alive.
Spring King: Having already secured a place in history as the first band played on Apple's Beats 1, Spring King will be looking to polish off a huge 2015 with a joyous set at the festival and reinforce why their ascent has been so rapid. Specialising in scrappy, slacker rock and a debut album surely imminent, this could be your last chance to catch the four piece scorching a relatively small stage.
Black Honey: They might have initially kept their identities shrouded in mystery, but Black Honey were evidently confident in allowing their singles to speak for themselves. And they did, their unique strain of woozy dream pop proving utterly seductive, particularly on the remarkable 'Teenager'. Expect to swoon.
Youth Man: Youth Man may want to rattle brains and shatter bones but there's much fun to be had among the ferocity. Boasting the accolade of one of Rolling Stone's '10 New Artists You Need To Know' and the awful lot of hype that follows it, the three piece don't appear fazed. Like they said themselves, they want to be the loudest band in Britain and, with the likes of 'Heavy Rain' and 'SKIN', they're getting very close.
VANT: There's not much to dislike about VANT. Often clocking in at around two minutes, their clutch of songs are arresting despite being so slight and Mattie Vant's lyrics are surely destined to be screamed back at him by bulging festival crowds. Not ones to outstay their welcome, expect a breezy set with buckets of attitude.
Bad Breeding: Lauded for their venomous vocals and ferocious riffs, Bad Breeding are not building on their early promise quietly. In fact, they seem keen to leave a trail of destruction in their wake if recent singles are anything go by. Get swept up in the mayhem of 'Age Of Nothing' and good luck in the pit.
Coasts: Although Coasts have attracted widespread acclaim for their soaring singles, they have refreshingly chosen to bide their time and not capitalise on early hype with a rushed album. It appears to have paid off, as an impressive collection of songs and a swelling fanbase have the five piece climbing higher up the lineup than ever before, surely meaning that bigger stages beckon imminently.
Radkey: Raised on savage punk records, Dee, Isaiah and Solomon, three teenage brothers, like to wear their heart's on their sleeve. Radkey aren't a rehash of past glories, however, instead channelling brutal nostalgia and updating it accordingly for 2015. If that wasn't tantalising enough, the trio are currently recording their debut album with Arctic Monkeys producer Ross Orton.
Blossoms: It's been a while since a British guitar band nailed the swaggering, sneering routine of old, but Blossoms may be the answer. Psychedelic guitar solos and hazy synths splice with surging vocals, perhaps most effectively on 'Blow', confirming that the band's exciting reputation is well founded.
Sunset Sons: If you prefer your thrills a little more slow burning, Sunset Sons are ideal. Delicate harmonies are woven around surging choruses, often culminating in euphoric crescendos, and having recently signed to Polydor, they're only going to burn brighter.
Joywave: Brimming with squelching synths and infectious melodies, Joywave are bringing the party to the Festival Republic stage. Fresh from supporting The Killers on a smattering of arena shows, their talent for inspiring mass toe tapping, as noted on the deliriously fun 'Tongues', should not be sniffed at.