Photo: Dan Spinney

Despite my obsession with These New Puritans (we've all read the inspiring reviews from music boffs across the globe so its not necessary for me to rationalise this passion), neither time nor cash had granted me with a chance to witness them live, until their set at the Amersham Arms. Perhaps it was dangerous levels of excitement which left me doubtful (or the fact that Derv from Amelia's team wouldn't stop chatting in my ear), but I couldn't help but feel that I was left half empty.

There's something about the intensity of delivery by lead vocalist Jack Barnett which just didn't hit me as hard as my 5 year old Woolworth's headphones. Its not that I'm not accusing them of being poor live performers, 'Colours', 'Infinity ytinifnl' and 'Swords of truth' resembled the album versions to a T, but all that intellectual equation and science stuff just seemed that little bit more magical without the hustle and bustle of a pub. Naturally These New Puritans took the opportunity to drop a few new tracks, which if this occasion is anything to go by, prove to be bordering on bland or atmospheric depending on your perspective or the volume of your glass.

Micachu and The Shape's set wasn't as enthralling as it should have been, mainly due to the venues poor sound. Teamed with a crowd that seemed preoccupied with having a chin wag, their music almost seemed to take a back seat. When I've seen them before, crowds are usually silenced by their magnificent performances, but I think most people were too preoccupied with drinking at that stage of the night. 'Golden Phone' did seem to divert people's attention, and it's definately still her standout track. She's an artist destined for much bigger events this time next year.

Next we headed over to The Tavern to finish our night with sets from Loefah and Benga, and were subjected to some very garage heavy selections, which delighted some, but for me it just wasn't too exciting. Soon after they had taken to the decks though, the speakers blew. It was announced that the line-up would be moved to the nearby Goldsmith's Student Union Bar.

Photo: Louis Hartnoll

We followed the crowds round the corner to where there was already a sizeable queue forming. I hate situations like this, when a mass of people is trying to get into a venue and the venue's security sees it as an excuse to exercise their power by just being weird and annoying. Eventually they decided everybody had waited long enough an allowed us in. The choice of venue was strange, and didn't really suit the music. Nevertheless, everyone was there to have a good time, and it's difficult not to enjoy yourself in that type of environment.