Scottish troubadours Dogs Die In Hot Cars' offbeat take on elegiac pop may not be everybody’s cup of tea, but live the grandiose sentiments of ‘Godhopping’ and ‘Man Bites Man’ actually start to make sense. In the past they’ve been lazily compared to Belle & Sebastian (thanks, patronage) and The Zutons (oh purr-leeeea-zzze... NO) but for me they’re akin to Kevin Rowland being given the lead role in an Andrew Lloyd Webber/Tim Rice musical – Cats Die In Hot Cars, perhaps? No, me neither.

So much has been written about Brighton foursome The Ordinary Boys' incendiary take on all things Britpop, particularly their uncanny resemblance both visually (if front man Preston looks like a young Paul Weller than guitarist William J Brown’s new wispish coiffeur is pure Steve Marriott circa 1969) and musically to The Jam. Whilst that is undoubtedly the clearest reference point in the Ordinary Boys’ songwriting dictionary, tonight’s Benzene-fuelled rush through their set – largely comprising of tracks from their forthcoming album ‘Over The Counter Culture’ – throws up a few more unlikely names into the melting pot of influence and poise.

While the singles ‘Maybe Someday’ and ‘Week In Week Out’ could have been lifted from ‘All Mod Cons’ and create scenes of moshpit carnage along the way, the bit at the end of the chorus in ‘Talk Talk Talk’ where Preston coos “Frighten me, enlighten me, A-ohhh Na-ohhh...” causes many a girl’s eyelids to flutter, and even the erudite stagedivers stand still. For a split second at any rate, because that moment alone can be traced back to the halcyon days of Butler and Anderson’s earliest creations and, dare I say it, some of Morrissey’s most plaintive musings.

Sure, the band dresses like it’s 1980 and the (first) Mod revival and Two Tone is all the rage – and indeed looking around the room there are one or two survivors of that era – but the sheer energy with which the likes of ‘Weekend Revolution’ and ‘Robots And Monkeys’ are delivered only reinforces the belief that bands like The Ordinary Boys are an absolute must if the UK live music scene wants to be taken seriously.

Whilst those who scream “Retro!” every time someone plugs a guitar into an amp and plays a three chord sequence scratch their chin at every one of Thom Yorke’s attempts to decapitate music as a listenable art form, the rest of us will simply bask in the charismatic, attitude emblazoned, TUNEFUL world of The Ordinary Boys.