So we ended another day with our heads buzzing with Brighton life.

For hours after you could still see the colourful heaving crowds in the streets, hear the laughter and incessant debate, feel the heat of the venues and of course the music.

Another year and another The Great Escape rolls around, the multi-venued festival that showcases new music.

Mostly young kids in bands trying to start out in an industry that, thanks to disruptive digital technology and our “I want it free” culture, is unlikely to give them a longevity that some of rock’s dinosaurs enjoy thanks to starting in the analogue age.

Sure, music is everywhere and getting your sound heard easier than ever, but from then on you’re swimming upstream through the rapids.

But we weren’t really thinking of all that as we stumbled across new discoveries last week.

It’s a crazy but very Brighton thing to do isn’t it?

Let’s have a major festival and fringe in town and then add an ever-growing music festival into the mix and see what happens.

Not forgetting the hundreds of conference goers who seemed to be in town last Friday also seeking entertainment away from the dreary speakers.

I was on the trail with my son who likes to think he’s my musical guide although I have to constantly remind him it was me who revealed the secret of music to him (that to be successful it has to have Velvet Underground’s DNA) and introduced him to Kraftwerk’s seminal Trans Europe Express and Orange Juice’s sublime 80’s jingle jangle debut.

This argument is on constant loop as we dash hither and yon with our gig planner in hand.

He and his brother both play in bands, for a long time together in the pubs and clubs of the south coast.

Sadly Gallagher brothers-style “musical differences” put paid to that but they still make the house lurch from side to side with amplifying feedback whenever they’re at home.

Without getting all old fella dewy-eyed about this, I love to listen to young people starting out in music, their fantastic talents starting to hone themselves through the sheer hard work of practice.

When I was young I too wanted the glamour and girls that came with being in the band but was a bit lukewarm about the 10,000 hours of practice statisticians say we need to endure to be any good at anything.

There is no place better to soak up new sounds than in our city. Brighton is fuelled by music.

That is why I was keen to work with the fantastic BIMM college in the city to launch our On The Radar series showcasing new talent both in the paper and online.

Check out singer songwriter Paige Martin’s beautiful tune Should I? on our website now.

Hers will be the first of many new sounds appearing at in the next few months.

Think there’s not much demand for this sort of thing? Think again. In the first three days that video was watched more than 5,000 times.

So on Friday we dashed hither and yon to great venues, Green Door Store, Hope and Ruin, Horatios, arguing over which band had the most potential while thousands of similar thrill-seekers bunged up the city streets.

It was the sort of mob joy that you only ever really experience in Brighton.

And for the record here’s our list of singers and bands to look out for.

We did it so you don’t have to!

Nap Eyes (alt rock); Meilyr Jones (Welsh pop); Dilly Dally (girl fronted grunge); Drones Club (electronic dance).

The Argus:

Speaking of sons: they are well and truly back from university.

What are the signs that tell of this, I hear you ask?

Wet towels left piled on floor, fridge door open, shed door swinging in the breeze, late night music and the breakfast cereal cupboard crime.

The latter concerns the 24/7 industrial-sized eating of cereals and the leaving of empty boxes in place in said cupboard just in time for bleary-eyed father to begin searching forlornly for something to eat ahead of going to work several hours before aforementioned sons emerge from their rooms.