Joel Gunter

BRMC have dropped off the map somewhat in recent years.

As is his wont, Adam Green haphazardly emerged on stage a few minutes after his band had struck up, dancing like a lunatic and grinning like a idiot. He was apparently having the time of his life. His band, looking a little more weary with each new antic, may have been having less fun.

The scope, ambition and sheer lunacy of These New Puritans’ new album Hidden is mind-bending. Aside from the crashing brass and Taiko drums and boys’ choir, they’ve used the sound of swords being slid out of scabbards.

Last Saturday, Melting World Festival brought former Nouvelle Vague singer Marina Celeste and Brighton-based four-piece Transformer to the Duke Of York’s cinema.

The pairing of Super Furry Animals’ Gruff Rhys and American producer Boom Bip is one of the less predictable collaborations of recent times.

At the improbably early hour of 11am, The Pipettes' simple brand of 1960's revivalist girl pop brought Brighton beachfront to life before making way for The Streets.

This was without a shadow of doubt the most poorly attended gig I've seen at Concorde 2.

When the house lights went down in Komedia on Monday, the crowd sympathetically shuffled forward.

"We're The Strange Death of Liberal England and we like playing in Brighton." This was mumbled by frontman Adam Woolway at some point during their set and turned out to be all the words TSDOLE had for their audience at the Freebutt.

Hoisted further up the hype list every week, the burden of expectation must weigh heavy on Glasvegas by now.