It�s been a while since I’ve been to The Archer, so long in fact that I forgot where it was. Arriving after the support acts had finished (apologies Mother and the Addicts and Clear Blue Skies) the ground floor basement vibed venue was pretty full with a crowd more diverse than your usual Indie gathering. It wasn’t just the curious who turned up either seeing the amount of people singing / mouthing along.

Sons & Daughters stoked the already sticky venue up a few notches with their rowdy punky rockabilly led by the Marching band beat and punctuated by a wiry roaring guitar. Songs felt short and punchy topped of by the voice (raw Scots) of the red dress wearing vocalist Adele Bethel who clapped, weaved, stamped and swung her tambourine in the face of the guitarist’s slowly disintegrating quiff. At times her voice switched lanes to something harsher than her normal tones and she sounded meaner and more pissed than a room full of hardcore singers could muster even after their mother�s made them hoover their own rooms.

The tall bassist stage right and laid back in blue provided a glacial contrast to the fierier Adele as they clouted their way through tracks from the excellent The Repulsion Box as well as early favourites. Understandably the earlier material instigated the most movement and noise but doubtless this�ll change when the album begins to be placed in year end charts. It�s only the lack of a killer �Take me out� styled single (oh and possible the fact that the band is half female) that prevents them from riding this latest wave of Rock onto mainstream shores.