Into the final stretch, and Angular's coming home. Not to New Cross admittedly, but The Windmill's become a second abode to ARC and co.

Sadly, tonight's headliners The Rakes had to pull out due to recording commitments, so into the breach step "Angular FC supersubs" Gifthorse, but sadly their performance is less Ole Gunnar Solskjaer than Kevin Braniff, and their indie jangle, whilst pleasant enough leaves little lasting impression. An early Morrissey cover "From when he used to be good" show promising signs, but their own material doesn't quite match up.

arresting visual spectacle as they take to the stage - The drummer looks like a less porky Jack Osbourne, and is joined by a foppish guitarist, two girls, one on bass, one on guitar who look like they were kicked out of the auditions for Grease for kicking Olivia Newton-John's ass and a singer in red nylon country and western garb, who proceeds to slink through a set of supremely spiky punkarama.

Ok, so none of them are blonde, and the songs are anything but long, but they offer up a heady mix of Sleater Kinney esque gritty punk, of the kind displayed so masterfully by The Violets the day before; 'Leader of the Pack' style ramalama girl group glam punk and jerkily danceable punk funk fun that gets an increasingly

packed Windmill crowd moving its collective asses.

Unfortunately for the London exiles amongst us (ie me), things are running a bit late due to a drum kit mix up

beckoning me back through the doors like a South London siren. It's a sad way to end a wonderful three days, but there's always the launch party next weekend to look forward to.

For more pictures from tonight's show, click here

Find yourself a Boyfriend at www.theboyfriends.com

Discover the Long Blondes at www.thelongblondes.co.uk

Llook Gifthorse in the mouth at www.gifthorse.org.uk

And finally, pay the Angular Recording Company a visit at www.angularrecords.co.uk