Describe in a tweet: Conveyor belt Britpop snore fest keeps the front row warm.

What happened: Standard issue really: 5-piece Mancunian band brandishing songs all cut from the same indie rock cloth: constant foot pedal intro, jangly guitar, brash delivery. You know the drill. At times the band create great moments with big crescendos, primarily with the help of keyboards, but they can't help but delve back into the exhausted swagger of brattish 21st century brit pop that we have grown to know only too well. Strangely enough, the front of the audience lapped up every drop of it.

Bobby Dazzler: When the keys take precedence, they actually begin to sound great. Get the drawing board out, chaps.

Bobby Davro: Sunglasses at night are not cool.

Belsonic rating: 5/10