By Joe Beasley

First on stage, a man in big 70s style shades flounces on with his band of merry Scotsman.

Kain play a sort of Bluegrass-Punk-Blues that makes you not tap your foot, but stomp it with force.

Kain

The few who observe seem to enjoy, not as much as I do though. The singer prances about like David Johansen in his price and sound more than a little like him too. Kain are grubby and great, hurrah!

A band who have been compared to the New York Dolls, unsurprisingly 10,000 Things sound a little similar, but add the Ramones and throw in a front man with the charisma of several smarter, funnier, better Liam Gallaghers.

Sam leads the band with great arrogance and panache, his braces holding up his trousers, holding back his tremendous libido, while his songs promote general rudeness throughout.

They play for less than 40 minutes, they could have played for 80 and I’d have been more than happy. Sam is strangely cool and his between song banter is fantastic, he joins us in the crowd towards the end, trying to promote dance but failing due to the drabness of the almost pre-pubescent Oxford crowd.

By the end of the set three of the band are playing off stage right in front of the tentative crowd and one very drunk man is attempting a jig of epic proportions.

Clearly 10,000 Things are mildly offended by the turn out, rightly assuming that people should love them. The Zodiac should have been sold out tonight, unfortunately…people are fools.