Gwdihw, much like the little owl from which it takes its name, is one Cardiff venue that comes into its own in the late hours of the evening. In contrast to the 7,500-capacity Motorpoint Arena towering above it just over the road, itÔÇÖs a great low-key setting for DJs, singer-songwriters and tonight, ÔÇÿriot jazzÔÇÖ.

Bass Twelve bring up a few questions: When did brass bands gain such a huge student following? And how does ColdplayÔÇÖs ÔÇÿGod Put a Smile Upon Your FaceÔÇÖ work in a funk and ska style? But this is anything but an inquisitive crowd packing out the building tonight, a sweaty world away from their December busking. Running on the time schedule you can expect from a Ronnie ScottÔÇÖs late late show, thereÔÇÖs been an hour or so of drinking time before the main act take to the stage. Mission statement: ÔÇ£Playing until they kick us offÔÇØ.

From the opening ÔÇÿGet LuckyÔÇÖ cover, thereÔÇÖs so much dancing on and offstage, thereÔÇÖs not much separating performers from revellers. Spanning the ages from Bobby WomackÔÇÖs ÔÇÿItÔÇÖs All Over NowÔÇÖ up to Mark RonsonÔÇÖs ÔÇÿUptown FunkÔÇÖ, the set list is nothing if not all-encompassing. Original ÔÇÿBlissful IgnoranceÔÇÖ, making its first live appearance tonight, gives a chance for the band to shine. And shine they do, be that Tim West and Andy Thompson on trumpet, Jack Lewis and Andrew Mitchell on trombone, Matt Poad on percussion or the triple sax attack of Jack McDougal, Becky Gardner and Harry Henshaw. ItÔÇÖs even the final show for Rob Stevens on tuba, but the band are having too much fun to make this an overly sentimental farewell.

Also, reward the person who came up with the idea of mixing John WilliamsÔÇÖ Star Wars music with Macklemore & Ryan LewisÔÇÖ ÔÇÿThrift ShopÔÇÖ. In the case of Bass Twelve at Gwdihw, ÔÇ£This is fucking awesomeÔÇØ seems somewhat fitting.

ALEC EVANS