The first band, ironically called The Headliners, started and I don’t really think anyone was feeling it that much, except perhaps about five tipsy girls in the middle of the dance floor. I watched from the comfort of a squidgy leather sofa opposite some too-cool-for-school Keira Knightley wannabes. Their lead guitarist was their greatest asset by far, lending solid riffs and energy throughout with stronger vocals than that of the lead singer. They were going for an energetic British punk feel, and took the risky move of covering a Clash classic, Should I Stay Or Should I Go? Unfortunately they couldn’t pull it off: there was a lack of rough punk vocals and they regularly went out of time with each other. But with that said, good on ‘em for getting on the billing at the Fez and taking to the stage, it’s too intimidating for most people. I would say with more work and a big helping of confidence and showmanship they could put on a pretty good show in the future. The next band, The Epitones, upped the bar and made me think of a more punked-up version of The Jam. Their lead singer reminded me of Damon Albarn but more energetic and less melancholy, and their bassist and drummer stood out far more than the ones in the previous band. Their style was more defined, they had a rougher and older punk feel to them and gave off a restrained kind of energy. They held their act together and worked well as a unit, each part complementing the rest, and brought more energy to the stage. They got a few onlookers bouncing but they didn’t really hit you when they performed; there weren’t any sparks. Blind Jackson were up next and they started to draw what was now more of a crowd to the front. By the third track they had the crowd pumping with energy. The vocalist really stood out, with vivid and individual vocals and unbelievable energy. This band took it up a notch, they were the most unique band in the line up and what I loved about them was that you really couldn’t pin them down. They had a mish-mash of styles, with the use of bold guitar riffs and creative drumming. With the use of a synthesiser adding a new dimension of musical mysticism and a pumped-up front-man, Blind Jackson are a band with a unique chemistry who should be watched closely: something good’s going on there. Next up were The Holloways, and good ol’ British boys they were, with a jumpy upbeat tone and a few doses of ska they got the front half of the floor filled. To begin with there was nothing about them which really drew me, but Great Britain was rough 'n' ready patriotic punk, with lashings of skater-ska, which grabbed my attention and held my interest. It was their second to last song, and the follow-up and finale was their single Generator. It had everyone bouncing, and if they weren’t bouncing they were at least smiling, and they’d maintained the energetic atmosphere Blind Jackson had created. All in all The Holloways showed the Fez crowd a good time and were infectiously upbeat.
Dirty Lil’ Faces rounded off the night and went for a harder style, but came off as just slightly heavier than usual indie. The lead singer was trying to make his vocals rough and more urban, as if he was attempting to combine elements of indie rock vocals with that of Mike Skinner-esque vocals, but it didn’t work. Despite a bit of a dip at the end of the night and a slow start, it turned out to be a worth while night; I was relaxed, entertained, and discovered Blind Jackson, whose badge I have proudly buttoned to the lapel of my coat. I intend on keeping it there. | 
