Tonight truly represented value for money, with not one, not two, but three supporting acts. Father of Boon, local boys The Mutts and Yourcodenameis:milo. Shining out from the plethora of support were The Mutts. Whilst it could be argued that they wouldn’t be out of place on the bill at a Black Rebel Motorcycle Club tribute night, they were rather good and miles better than their obvious influence; you’re clearly a talented frontman if you can play two tambourines simultaneously. A bit of onstage energy and enthusiasm never goes amiss in my book, and The Mutts certainly oozed this. Yourcodenameis:milo, on the other hand, wouldn’t be out of place on the bill at a Hundred Reasons tribute night and whatever angle you look at this from, it’s bad, very bad indeed. I’m sure they’ll slot in nicely between Incubus and The Lost Prophets in my teenage sister’s record collection.

And then came Mclusky. Opening number ‘Lightsabre Cocksucking Blues’ kicked things off on familiar territory and suitably raised the temperature of the Concorde so that people could take their coats off. Rather impressively for a punk(esque) band, Mclusky managed to keep belting out song after song for well over an hour, achieving a nice balance between short shouty-punky-rock songs and short punky-rock songs with some nice singing, carried by big beefy bass-lines. Old favourites (with the notable exception of my personal favourite, ‘Fuck this Band’) surfaced, alongside tracks from the new album set for release on May 17th, including single ‘That Man Will Not Hang’. Something that’s been missing from gigs of late is between song banter and Mclusky gave a valiant effort and entertained us with quips concerning Enid Blyton and sex (NB. not sex with Enid Blyton).