Isn’t it just gobsmackingly amazing how a band can sound utterly and irrevocably horrible and cringeworthy on record and then even though you enter The Live Arena with that unavoidable prejudice, they still come up with the goods. Goods that really are quite good.

I’m talking about Breed 77. The Gibraltan quintet play unbelievably classic metal, kicking the unsightly arse of nu-metal kindly into touch. Hugely talented guitarists swing and noodle across the stage twiddling their fingers around the frets with unerring accuracy. The first thing you will notice, however, will not be the guitar work; it will be the vocals: Paul Isola’s exquisite flamenco-influenced vocals adding an unexpected twist.

Recent Top 40 single ‘The River’ is sadly the worst part of the show entering the ghastly poodle rock world inhabited by the likes of Nickelback, or even the mighty Bon Jovi, dare I say it. Apart from that though, unavoidable comparisons must be made to the other “slightly ethnic metal band”, System of a Down. Maybe not quite as good but it’s a lazy comparison. Deal with it. The North African vibe rarely takes a backseat during the show with the crowd encouraged to join with group hand clapping. Indeed, the crowd are brought into play often with some of the ultimate in clichés doing the rounds. Great for the kids. For sure.