10,000 Things appear to be on the cusp of great things. But that doesn’t seem to faze them one bit; they were as lairy as Bob in the crowd, and enjoyed the gig as though they were prancing about in the pit.

Their brand of punky bongo drum rock is going down well with the ever expanding faithful. Climbing up the Food Chain, played about halfway through, stands out in that it’s the song which diverts from their usual sound the most. It’s a slice of slow n’ sleazy rock, and gets a great reception because it seems to be the musical version of that sludgy, daft, drunken feeling the audience were experiencing by then.

Singer Sam Riley’s blue (I’m hoping suede) shoes, Elvis belt, neckerchief and aggressively friendly stage demeanour makes him stand out as a front man. But Davro did his best to gain attention with his brave choice of top – a turquoise wife-beater. Nice necklace, though.

It ended all too soon with an energetic Back to Mine. The debut EP is out in February and I hear there are more tour dates to come; never mind the suave moves of Mr Justin Timberlake, 2004 should be the year of the Things.

The Blueskins have got that trendy Whites Stripes/Kings of Leon punky-blues vibe going on, but don’t dismiss them as rip-off wannabe’s; I love the fact that they are hairy Wakefield boys doing the kind of songs that you would expect old folk banging out in a jam at some Misissippi bar.

User Friendly went down a treat, but by then the people of Leeds had been properly primed and were fully enthusiastic.

They closed the frantic, sweaty gig with Number 23, from their latest EP of the same name. I wished they had played Ellie Meadows, a softer, laid-back tune with a proper funky rhythm, but it was not to be.

The whole gig had a brilliant, friendly (OK, drunken) atmosphere; everyone was wondering round with big grins on their faces and the bands left the crowd more than satisfied. Groups in Leeds are currently getting a good reputation for themselves, and some of them very much deserve to make it big.

Cassia Baldock