Who cares if QOTSA are playing next door? Pah! Give us good old-fashioned sticky-floored back-room RAWK shenanigans any day.

Staines's Days of Worth [no Staines Masseev jokes please] have pulled a sizeable crowd. One song into their set and it's clear that this isn't solely on the basis of loyal friendship. They're confident and cool, sounding very much like Hell is for Heroes but with bigger, fatter riffs - they have all the melodic drive of bands like Kids Near Water and Hundred Reasons, but none of the stupidly contrived "I'm-that-hardcore-that-I-can't-sing-a-note" vocal dribble - their singer's got a real voice on him. Very very promising.

Blunt were fucking ace at the Hope & Anchor a month ago. They're fucking shit tonight. They can't get their head round a tune, and little that you could even distantly relate to a rhythm is in attendance either. This is annoying, because when they're on great form, they're hard, fast and very much like Pantera - that's a good thing, by the way. They can rattle out the kind of rhythms and mind-boggling basslines that outclass a lot of their peers. Tonight they thank the soundman for doing a great job, so we can really only blame the band themselves for the sludgy, indistinct and ugly performance they put on. There's the odd bit of impressive riffage towards the end, but in the context of everything else they've done this evening it is all, as another attending DiSser puts it, "a bit Spinal Tap". Blunt can do better than this; they'd do well to prove it.