Cubare are mainly Welsh, which was quite a thing to be this time last year, fashion fans. As we know, though, nationality has nothing to do with being great, which is something Cubare will undoubtedly become. Forget any comparisons you might be told about with Supergrass, because other than youthful enthusiasm there’s no similarity. Think instead of The Pixies and you’re nearly there. Frontman Max is going to be a star, and it is his unusual vocal style pitted against the howling guitar that takes your attention. One minute a howling Cobain banshee, the next an extremely disgruntled pensioner. Really, it’s better than it sounds.

Headliners McClusky have recently secured a minor indie hit with their single ‘Rice is Nice’, and a great punk pop tune it is on record too. Live, any pop sensibilities that may have existed are buried beneath a wave of anger and sludge and left with only a straw to breathe through. It’s exciting stuff - a bass comes flying off the stage towards the end of the second song… McClusky have been on stage precisely 75 seconds. The comparisons with early Nirvana are obvious, besides a rock approach that requires anger management; that they have a gangling seven foot bass player in Jon Chapple, and a wound-up dwarf vocalist in Andy Falkous makes for easy visual connections too. McClusky should rightfully be huge, and when they get there all the signs are pointing to a shunning of major corporations, Radiohead style (hmmm, signed to Parlophone - a major corporation - Ed). “This one’s about getting a can of coke stuck up your arse” barks Falkous, introducing the last song of the night. Now that’s what we call product placement.

Allin Pratt