Dogs

Like the ongoing romance between Ashton Kutcher and Demi Moore, something seems not quite right about seeing such trendy-haired, cheeky-faced young scamps getting inside such a classy, well-decorated and timelessly beautiful venue. At her age she can't possibly have the stamina to keep up, and similarly the gorgeous 100 Club struggles to sustain Dogs and their boozed up crowd.

Before they've even reached the second verse of opener 'She's Got A Reason', Dogs are outnumbered on stage by skinny bruised arms as the front rows struggle to support the sold out crowd behind them. A few songs and a couple of gallons of sweat and flying beer later, the top 40 hit 'Tuned To A Different Station' sees the first stage invasion of the evening.

Jumping straight back in to the middle of the song on a freshly cleared stage, Dogs seem to be feeding off the crowd's incredible overenthusiasm, kicking off a vicious circle of working each other up in to a rock-fuelled frenzy. There's a tiny glimmer of songwriting genius in tracks like 'Selfish Ways' and 'End Of An Era', whilst 'London Bridge' is undeniably catchy but in general Dogs come across as a band who take more pride in style than substance. Half of their set could easily have been the same song, but the sprawling, ecstatic bodies down the front aren't here for life-altering musical genius – they're here to jump around to noisy punky garage-rock and have a good time: a purpose that suits Dogs perfectly.

Closing with a cover of The Jam's 'A Bomb On Wardour Street', once again with a stage full of drunken happy fans, Dogs make it quite obvious that they don't really care what the indie elite think of them. They might not be breaking any musical barriers, but there's a room full of sweaty and battered people with massive grins on their faces that love this band to bits. What's integrity anyway when you can make people happy instead?