Let it be known that I do not know these guys personally, and neither is my sister going out with the bassist. I'm filing Glow's first entry on DiS as a channel for my growing obsession with this band, pure and simple. Glow give all their music aways for free. That's a no-brainer if you're crap but if your sonic fruits are as lustrous and as beguiling as theirs, this act of generosity is either genius, folly or both.

Straight outta Bristol, Glow are three men and a trumpet, as well as keys, guitars and an assortments of gizmos and screens. Tonight they're filiing a support slot in Newport and look so happy to be here. They open with 'The Game Of Black And White', a track that's already enjoying BBC airplay round these parts. Grinning bashfully from under his floppy fringe, lead singer Ben adds an air of innocence to the fray of blippy beats. He's part choir boy, part wig-out monster, but fully engaging as his clasically inspired vocal lines add a conciliating gloss to rumbling synth, bass and frenetic trumet drop-ins.

'Ghosts' follows, extolling the band's download policy: despite Glow being almost unknown, the song is already a sing-along favourite. Jim alternates between his trumpet and a noise machine with hyper-kinetic intensity, unable to stay still for a moment. He grins and bobs to the beat, and they all grin, amusing themselves with their playing as though taking part in a bouncing parlour game. Their charm is gargantuan, as is their abiltiy to present a robust filigree and launch it skywards on the wings of joyous escapism.

"We have a CD," announces Ben, between songs. "Well, it's not really a CD. We burnt it on our computer. There are ten of them here. Help yourselves."

Initial polite sidling mutates rapidly into piranha feeding time and all the CDs have gone.

The set is short and Glow close proceedings with 'Broken Wings'. It soars like a glider over fields of green, drenched in optimistic melancholia - an expression Glow excel in. At its height, the full-on emotions thrash the boys as they attack their instruments. Ben is losing it but doesn't know where to throw himself as the music takes him over. The best focus he can summon resembles a kitten furiously shaking water from its paws, and his passion is adorable. Without a whiff of arrogance or apology, Glow love what they are wrapped up in so much, and it shows.

Do yourself a big favour: download, then gig, then adore.