Now the Happy Mondays have been reduced to literally an end-of-the-pier show, is it really the best time to regurgitate the baggy scene from the early-Nineties?

The Twang seem to think so and want to prove their point by pretending the intervening 15 years never happened.

It's as if the Birmingham five-piece travelled back to a Flowered Up gig in 1992, beat them up and nicked their instruments.

Their contemporary twist is that mouthy frontman Phil Etheridge raps more than he sings, although his vocals were so low in the mix it was hard to hear if he's more Eminem or Vanilla Ice.

At times this blend of jangling, psychedelic guitars and spat-out lyrics gelled successfully but mostly they went together as well as a sherbet and fish sandwich.

The Twang have been hyped as The Streets' Mike Skinner meets the Mondays, which may explain the fact this gig was a sell-out without their releasing an album. Mr Skinner was actually spotted in the audience.

Until The Twang come up with a decent sound of their own, he has no need to worry about the competition.