First band on Peppermint Patti and Loose’s – King Alexander. Awesome, like, if Blood Red Shoes relied less on quiet loud dynamics and were just really fucking loud and someone had drawn over them with a set of right angles that you had at school for a DT project. Except Shitty Steve, the Shitster, had drilled notches into the side and the thing was impossible to use and whobbly and forced to scrawl all over your pathetic bookend project. Actually KA’s angles are pretty obtuse and weird, assisted by the singers out of kilter belching, like a design teacher who had swalled too many indigestion tablets. Yeah, I’d get a C out of that class.

You either think the Duloks are hilarious, outspoken and fun or, if they catch you in the wrong wind, shrill and annoying. They talk about genitals and digestive problems, like shitting all over a toilet. I dunno, maybe I’m not pissed enough to find the movements of her bowls funny… I mean its toilet humour basically, a bit like the indie equivalent of the kind of onscreen banter shared between Adrian Edmundson and Rik Mayall. This wasn’t helped, to be perfectly honest, by the kind of musical ability Father Ted would have been proud of. One lo-fi keyboard, a basic electronic drum kit. I know lots of people liked them, and towards the end they kind of warmed themselves to me and I kind of got it, a sort of highly charged lo-fi etch-a-sketch workout video, but maybe I left my funny bone at home. Or didn’t find them funny. Or have any bones.

Theoretical Girl was (is? she hasn’t died) a lovely singer-songwriter person whose band was contained within her keyboard. Sometimes she plays the keyboard – I presume then the band moves over to her band. She’s nice and doesn’t talk about her digestive tract which let my gag reflex relax. Actually her positivity and loveliness flows over me like Emmy the Great completly failed to earlier in the year, and she’s not as blithely banal as her – well she doesn’t write about coffee shops thank goodness. There’s no acoustic canodoling going on here neither, everything is very certainly plugged into the mains. And in between songs she manages to be charismatic and entertaining without saying an awful lot. Yellows!