More kicks in the balls from life: gig starts silly early, Pagan Wanderer Lu on just after teatime, I’m working till 8pm, GAH. This is literally worse than being a Gazan orphan. Made me rush my noodles. BUT rush rush rush to the front and Ben Butler And Mousepad has just started. This is Joe Howe from Gay Against You, you heathens! Or Germlin is you prefer, but still, Gay Against You! The two-piece electro spazz knobs who played probably my fave gig ever, when they ran around the Buffalo a few years ago in tight PE shorts, throwing cardboard boxes about, shouting on tables over laptop chunder. They’ve destroyed London chandeliers. I love them a bit too much. No skinny boy man love tonight though, just MEAN KEYBOARDS. Madly dextrous fingerwork dominates, superswift but always fun playing that makes me think of Stevie Wonder crossed with Belinda Bedekovic. His laptop backing is ridiculously primary colour stuff, chunky and lovely and melodious and bubbling, with a strong Thomas The Tank Engine influence on at least one song. My girlfriend: It’s like a Chopper bike chase scene in a 1980s kids movie set in New York. My other friend: I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. He has got a nice moustache. Music as stupid, great, lovely fun, worth foaming at the month and bending over for.

Then Max Tundra came on and was quite good.