Ah, Sled Island. The time when a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of hours of kick-ass music, exhaustion, confusion and the best kind of indecision. As Pat mentioned in his blog post, we're going to be tweeting, blogging and other-vaguely-annoying-social-media-buzzwording the fest again this year, so keep an eye on this space, my Twitter feed (@peterhemminger) and the #SledIsland hashtag if that's the sort of thing you're into.

So, what's the tentative plan for tonight? My good intentions are to start with Faux Fur, Wild Nothing and Polaris longlisted Calgary ex-pats Braids at Central United Church, spend a few hours at the Distillery with The Luyas, Dum Dum Girls and Blonde Redhead, and round out the night with Crocodiles at the Palomino. But my arm is notoriously rubbery and ready for twisting.

Arguments in favour of this plan include:

Braids' last hometown show at the Grand was amazing, despite lead singer Raphaelle Standell-Preston's laryngitis. Now that they're all healthy, I have a feeling they'll knock this one way out of the park. Plus, Central United is just a gorgeous venue.

The Luyas has members of Torngat and Bell Orchestre, two bands that have already blown my mind live in the past. Seeing them playing more pop-minded music – with vocals from the sister of By Divine Right's Jose Miguel Contreras – seems like a no-brainer. Especially when they can write songs as good as this one:

Dum Dum Girls, because of the aforementioned rubber arm:

Blonde Redhead because words like cinematic and atmospheric make me all warm inside, especially when they're balanced with incredibly solid songwriting:

And Crocodiles because deliciously distorted pop in a dingy basement just sounds like the proper way to end a night.

Counter-argument #1: I really want to see Jennifer Castle, and she's only playing once, at the Marquee Room at 11:30pm. So, that's a bit of a problem.