Rummaging voraciously through the crowd’s warm gleam of expectation, We Are Scientists arrive in the place they’re wanted most tonight: onstage at The Bierkeller. Remarkably busy for such a dingy, continentally styled cellar club, the venue hosts many a northern fashionista member for the viewing of this very hip New York via California band. We Are Scientists instantly leap across at you like the unapologetic melding of Canadia’s hyperactive Hot Hot Heat and solemn, Brummie former tour buddies, Editors.

Lead singer Keith Murray is a true indie dreamboat with light, foppish hair regaling those clean-cut, boyish good looks as he throws his guitar down with notable gusto. Naturally, he goes down a storm. Chris Cain counters him to the right, keeping the rhythm afloat with his bespectacled, moustachioed charisma meeting beardy drummer, Mike Tapper halfway, watching his machine-gunned beats fly down the sugar-rock corridor at a rather comfortable speed.

We Are Scientists make quirky and interesting songs that infiltrate the very darkest recesses of your plagued mind. This band will shortly be found in a music chart near you. Fact.