I arrive at the Bull and Gate slightly late and stumbled into the venue without so much as a drink to nurse. I nearly got blown straight back out of the door as I got confronted by the sort of sonic breeze that gives you trouser-wobble. And stomach-wobble. And you know exactly what the bass is doing as it travels though the floorboards and gives them - yes you guessed it - floorboard wobble!

Oil Red O don’t punish their guitars, they don’t throw any crazy shapes with them either but they aren’t against a bit of rocking out. The end of Fan Letter sees Darren Oil Redo bent double over his guitar and making it sound like a jet squadron taking off. All 20 people in the Bull and Gate huddle down into their benches. After a band committee meeting they decide to play Mammoth, and promptly undo all the re-tuning they were doing during the Committee Meeting. Shame that, as during that interlude quite a few people thought: “I’ll just go and get myself a drink/ go to the loo/ phone a friend/ ask the audience” and they then miss the song; and Oil Red O jumping about like tins roofs on hot cats…Oh you know what I’m getting at. Mammoth, rather than being a big fluffy elephant with bigger tusks, begins like the finale of a rock song, and sees the now possibly Mo-Ho-Bish-O-Pi - patented gimmick of instrument changing (Charles on bass does a swapsy with Will on drums). They finish off with Feckless Repose, with it’s “we pray for the peace of the people of [insert your favourite country here]". Very apt.