The Truck Festival, now in its 14th year, would seem to be heading into a new era, with the festival stretching over three full days and the layout of the Steventon site redesigned.

But, thankfully, festival organisers Robin and Joe Bennett have kept the essence of what makes Truck still appear, after all these years, like a fresh-faced, relaxed but always challenging newcomer to the festival calendar.

Its proud boast about being the place to catch “your new favourite band” still holds true, especially for those catching the raucous The Go! Team or the electronica-infused folk of Tunng for the first time.

Only this time, we were also treated to established festival favourites Bellowhead, who must have more folk awards than Martin Carthy and only weeks ago took Cornbury by storm.

If you want to get people jigging in an Oxfordshire field on a cold July night Bellowhead are your boys: delivering showmanship, an exuberant brass section and traditional folk songs that sweep all before it, whatever their audience.

Minutes later, you could catch former Blur guitarist Graham Coxon showing he is actually far more than a mere Brit-pop legend. A marvellous guitarist, he performed a furious, not to say frantic, heavy riffing set worthy of the festival’s Clash stage, which saw most of the weekend’s best performances.

These included sets from Johnny Flynn, a folk star with a fan base of screaming girls, and from ex-Galaxie 500 guitarist Dean Wareham, who proves that you can never listen to too much Neil Young and Crazy Horse.

John Grant, whose debut album Queen of Denmark was Mojo album of the year, lived up to high expectations with an emotionally charged performance, highlighting the raw lyrics with sparse keyboard accompaniment.

The showcasing of local talent is another unchanged Truck feature, with performances from the Young Knives and Dreaming Spires, which brought the weekend to a triumphant end.

But where were the crowds (as his set began, at least) for local boy, Philip Selway. Given that he is one fifth of Radiohead, with a decent solo effort in the shops, you might have thought curiosity would have drawn thousands to Steventon to enjoy the drummer turned mellow singer-songwriter, confirming he was not the one wanting Radiohead to abandon tunes.

What happened to band loyalty and in his home county too? Can you imagine (if you are old enough) Ginger Baker, Carl Palmer or Charlie Watts performing in a two-thirds empty tent? And they can’t sing.