Black Angels, The Old Firestation, Bournemouth

YOU don't get much blues-tinged psychedelic rock in these parts, so the crowd are rammed up against the stage when this gaggle of Texans get up to play.

It looks like there's about seven of them up there - just about visible through the smoke and lights - and they waste little time in building a swirling roar that washes over the audience and turns the vodka in my belly into a mild hallucinogen.

The laid-back drawl from the singer helps the songs melt into the ears, but there's also a sense of urgency provided by some aggressive pounding of the drums.

It's a popular sound at the moment, and the Angels have their work cut out setting themselves apart, but it's a tight, captivating show and certainly wins them a few new fans.