An old dude in Massive NHS Glasses and a cowboy hat squats over two keyboards on the floor while a lady at the back does off kilter hands-only drumming, slouching louche and quizical. On first glance it seems to be a conflict of ideas and execution: more specifically great ideas, but little clue as to how to realise them. It stops, it starts. This, it seems, is the way of The Rebel. Slowly it gathers pace with the addition of guitars and vocals, the keyboards relegated to drones and atonal foot yammerings. This feels like real Art Brut, not the pop rock of Argos' (brilliant) collective, but music enjoyed despite, or rather because of, the very real chance of its flimsy frame not so much collapsing as realising that it wasn't actually assembled in the first place. Things Fall into place with the addition of bassist and another guitarist, Grotesque grooves gather and remain in place for Montana Pete's set.

Giving away your music for free on the internet seems to be paying dividends for various acts. A half empty Hope and Anchor hardly seems apt reward for this band's longstanding dedication to the cause. Maybe people will only take your free music when it comes with a simple comparison. The Libertines, but like, Northern, or whatever. No such tagline for la Pete. Drums hammered into James Brown shapes, bass and guitar loosely grinding against each other. It's riotous eclecticism routed through limited sounds - funk, post punk, classic rock and jazz all delivered apparently at random through stripped down drums, bulging bass and Albini guitars. That they look so bloody normal - overgrown student chic agogo - is disarming. What could seem pretentious comes across instead as down to earth - why should they sound like anyone else?