Walking into a venue to see the mass of curly blondness that is Big Jeff in the front row is practically synonymous with great expectations of a night. With a reputation of attending only the best show of the day, Jeff and his unruly hairdo set the mark pretty high

Bristol’s ‘most confrontational punksters’ The St Pierre Snake Invasion start the evening off on the right track with a pun-filled set (and some top quality punk-rock), receiving particular ovation for ÔÇÿIf The Only Way Is Essex Then You Can Kill Me NowÔÇÖ. Second to the stage are Brighton-bred The Wytches, with a promising set full of bass lines that echo The Last Shadow Puppets and vocals that will ÔÇÿmetaphorically punch you in the earÔÇÖ which unfortunately, doesn’t quite hold the attention of a crowd who are clearly waiting for one thing.

Come 8:30 and everyone is raring to go. If by ÔÇÿgoÔÇÖ you mean wreak absolute havoc in a sweaty circle pit, that is. CardiffÔÇÖs own Future of the Left bring a Johnny Borrell belittling, commercial punk abhorring, guitar thrashing show to the packed out main room of BristolÔÇÖs best-loved boat. A strong opening with ÔÇÿArming EritreaÔÇÖ shows that even the quartetÔÇÖs older hits still pack a punch and sarcastic remark driven between song chatter smoothly leading the proceedings to a selection of tracks from the CardiffianÔÇÖs latest release, ÔÇÿHow To Stop Your Brain In An AccidentÔÇÖ. A mclusky cover (frontman Andy FalkousÔÇÖ original project) is thrown into the middle of the set for good measure, provoking further plaudits and picking up a show that was at risk of becoming tired in its middle-third. The short-lived dip in excitement is not revisited during the reminder of the night- ÔÇÿI DonÔÇÖt Know What You KetamineÔÇÖ provides the peak of the evening before an eclectic mash up of another mclusky cover, and some of the bandÔÇÖs biggest hits, including ÔÇÿSinging Of The BonesawsÔÇÖ (as well quick jump to Wham!ÔÇÖs ÔÇÿClub TropicanaÔÇÖ) that leaves lead guitarist Jimmy Watkins hanging from the balcony of the 54 year old seafarer.

Future Of The Left did everything in their power to ensure it was a night to remember, and it was. After all, how many gigs have you been to where being fed peparami from the end of a drumstick is a normal occurrence?