Describe in a tweet: Jackie shines in the face of adversity.

What happened: Tumbleweeds blow across Custom House Square when Cashier No.9 arrive on stage. A lesser band would just phone this one in, but these guys aren't a group to do things by halves; they kick off the evening with 'Gold Star', and spend the ensuing 20 minutes constructing their own brand of prog rock architecture and art rock bombast.

Gold Star: The band's lush, delicate melodies are hammered into your skull with seismic drum activity. How can a band sound so big and so humble all at once?

Black Mark: There was no-one there! Ok, not literally, but the distinct lack of crowd meant the atmosphere felt half-baked. A crying shame really.

Belsonic rating: 7/10