Isn't it nice (and all too rare) to DiScover something that little bit different and good? The life of a music writer is far from an arduous one compared to, say, your average bin man's, but sheesh us scribes have to listen to a lot of dross to unearth those diamonds.

For instance, I popped the Plain White T's single into my stereo today. Little did I realise I'd be aurally vomiting seconds later. But bands like Meat For A Dark Day make it all worthwhile.

This not-so-young Sheffield quintet, then, are the reason I find myself stood in a half-full Plug on a Tuesday evening when I could be at home watching the Champions League.

They're third on the bill, and that's a bit of a travesty: singer Mark Hudson's phenomenal moustache deserves to headline venues on its own. He looks like a typical Yorkshireman (hirsute, flat cap) and speaks like one too - entirely deadpan.

But where he and they come from and what they look like is irrelevant because the tunes are already doing the talking for them - and loudly, too, a bit like the drunk guy in the leather jacket who heckles all the bands tonight. You, sir, are an arse.

Anyway, back to those songs: set-opener 'The Germ' (these just set themselves up) is an infectious slice of dark-rock, with guitars straight from The Velvets school of treble, whereas 'Jesus' is loaded with Nick Cave-esque gravitas and delivered by Hudson as though, paradoxically, he's possessed by some form of demon.

Then there's 'Vanity Unfair', the debut single released earlier this year by ace local label Thee SPC. It's a rant against metrosexualism (particularly amusing when it's delivered to a room full of hipsters and/or students), and a two-minute salvo of old-school garage-rock. In other words, it's great.

We're not entirely sure what 'Three Fingered Dream' is about, but some of Hudson's hand movements during the song suggest you wouldn't want to have to explain it to your mother. Still, it's delivered with a zeal that could make even the aforementioned PWT atrocity ('Hey There Delilah' - please die) sound like the most vital thing you've heard all year.

It's been a barren summer, but at last another Sheffield band to get genuinely excited about.