So what’s the big deal? What the hell is a big label going to DO with a band like Clor? Do you remember fuzzy yet quite brilliant weirdoes Dawn Of The Replicants?

The answers to these are seemingly piss easy (even the Dawn Of The Replicants one – they’re playing The Water Rats. Gracious!). Clor make people want to dance, and the pop-hungry, boozed up, heaving throng is doing just that. To every song. To say the band’s guitar licks are ‘angular’ is somewhat of an understatement and to say they have more ideas than, well, someone-with-a-lot-of-ideas-indeed or some other kind of advanced ‘Blackadder’ style simile, would be the same. Diving between quirky, brief Cardiacs style instrumental punk to the full-on Har Mar disco of ‘Magic Touch’, they intersperse it with the Futureheads-on-pop-pills tune that is ace forthcoming single ‘Making You All Mine’. It has harmonies! Squelchy bits! Bits that go slow! Then fast again! It sounds like old They Might Be Giants! Sort of!

They have songs like these and many more, but this is not novelty music. On the evidence tonight, Clor have no gimmick. “On the cover!” screams DiS, “on the cover last week!” before remembering that websites don’t have ‘covers’. But hey, the Stella was flowing nicely by this point. Mmm, beer. Mmm, summer, happy thoughts, good music, hot new bands, mmm.

The smattering of A&R men who don’t get nosebleeds when travelling south of the river have to stand on chairs to see what’s going on. This isn’t a gig, you see, it’s an event in a tiny Irish pub with a dog on the roof. This is… weird. This is paving the way for the Devo revival. This is the anti 22-20s. This is, essentially, ‘Ren And Stimpy’ put to music. Rock on, Club Clor!