There’s a depressed man in the gents toilets. Sub 29 have taken the soap from the despensers, turned off the hand dryers, and left this chap and his tip plate in charge of your personal hygeine. I want to take him upstairs, where PeppermintPatti have gone electro, and Little Eris is onstage in a pair of red sequinned hotpants. Unlike her Sŵn debut, her lone computer is problem free tonight, her lo fi pop doodles emerging shiny and complete. Fine fun when there’s live, kitchen sink vocals to be added on top, less entertaining when all that’s needed is to press play and wobble in front of an instrumental. To counter this, there is a middle-aged man employed to wander the stage dressed alternately as an elf or a gorilla, throwing sweets or bananas into the crowd, or simply drinking a bottle of green liquor. This is to be encouraged. (Vivers)

Frivolous Laura has a scary voice. She’s singing tales about nursery rhymes going wrong, some of which seem to be about right on liberal stuff. One song about the soldiers coming to save Humpty Dumpty being attacked by friendly fire, another which seems to be about domestic violence. Whatever they’re about I can barely hear her; either the PA is up too high or she needs to tone it down a little, it’s ear piercing. And some of her tunes are just too long. You think it was about to finish and she rails off another squeal. To be honest I have no problem with the song content but it is a little bit hokey at times – I don’t think adult nursery rhymes are an entirely new idea. But she has some tunes and her voice can work when it’s not being pulled through a mincer. (Saesneg)

There’s a great moment during Avan Rijs‘s crowd-splitting set where one of the promoters turns and says, “She is only seventeen.” The spirit of youth does indeed run through the Carmarthenshire duo’s loose and unformed set; more worrying is the ponytail hanging down the male half’s back. Timewarp drum and bass underlies much of this music, beats bubbling and squalling from the laptop, the odd layer of live bass or guitar floating occasionally on top. Can you have a jungle jam session? Energy, enthusiasm and imprecations to bloody well dance: Avan Rijs are messy and sporadically successful. They also throw in an ultra-glitchy instrumental take on Toploader’s ‘Dancing In The Moonlight’. This is not to be encouraged. (Vivers)

Crazy half-pint chiptuner Kania Teiffer starts her set as it goes on and ends – by jumping into the audience. She’s mastered the art of pulling off quite a performance while not doing an awful lot instrumentally, her set made up of tonnes of specially tuned machines which she spends 10 secs fiddling with before railing off into a spasm of jumping, barking, spazz dancing. It helps her songs have substantial vocal pieces – obviously giving her something to do. Musically she’s a couple of bits short of a ZX Spectrum or a Commodore 64 – if tried to make serious music with one of these back in the day people would have probably laughed at you. Unlike Crystal Castles, Kania doesn’t take herself seriously and her onstage manner is as goofy as some of the pared-down, electronic buzzes that make up her songs. End result: Sub 29 crowd, many of whom are new to the venue, go mental, and all queue for records afterwards. Top. (Saesneg)