Everyone on the stage.

You know you are getting older when the kids that rush the stage look about 12. At almost the climax of the set by Good Shoes, one or two kids who had clearly skipped their homework for an evening had bounded on stage and were bouncing about quite happily. This was never likely to stop at one or two of the scamps though and before long, the stage was filled with audience members, so much so that lead singer Rhys Jones came onto the floor to get some space and take in the sight. It maybe clichéd as hell but seeing a stage invaded can be quite enjoyable at times.

This was pretty much the climax of a night that got progressively better as it went along without ever really taking off into the stratospheres. Good Shoes are a band who don't look like a band at all, and don't look like the individual members would hang around in their spare time. Theres an abstractness to the collective but their music manages to hold together well, with only one slow track deviating from the spiky and angular sense of attack.

The drums were pretty impressive, which is pretty vital in these crazy half-dance / half-indie days and Good Shoes seem well placed to slot nicely into the record collection of many a youngster. Theres not enough about them to suggest they could be a favourite band but with every intro being cheered happily from the mass at the front of the stage there seems to be a warmth directed towards the band.