What is it when a gig is advertised as "14 and overs welcome", it seems that anyone who's 14th birthday co-incides is intent to turn up? I mean, it really puts you off talking to any girl when you realise they're choosing their GCSE options, while you're in the 2nd year of Uni...

Anyway, stroll into The Treadmill and they're playing Stinkfist over the PA. What, some good music playing for a change? Reminds me, Lateralus out Monday. hey, we even get Voices and Bartender!!!

Then on come first band, Hell Is For Heroes, who instantly got on my nerves since Into The Void was playing at the time. It didn't help that they were generally shite and the PA was worse, so their banter consisted of 'This one's called uuhruheruhu'-well, that's how it came out. A minute pit broke out for their last track, but the bar was more comfortable. Any band that has a set that seems to last 15 minutes is in trouble.

Next up were Biffy Clyro, again kicking oyut a decent track (this time it was Keep The Sabbath Dream Alive), as well as the kiss of death that is Kerrang Single of the Week. And they played boring indie-rock circa 1997 for what seemes like hours, with titles like 57 and 26 does not sound too good if you're reading it, so imagine how it felt listening to it. A few nodders and that was it.

So anyway, after the obligitary stuff over the PA (Rollin', One Step Closer, Last Resort) along come Sunna, launcing straight into Insanity Pulse (Richie Mills also starts the stick-to-crowd launching distressingly early-will he have any left by the end of the set?), followed up by I'm Not Trading to instantly remove all memory of the shite we had to sit through. There was also the fact that Jon Harris is a rather good frontman in his own right, rather than just "He used to play guitar for Massive Attack, don't you know?"

There is also the fact that even though they only have one album, One Minute Science, they have enough to keep the pace and texture of the set varied. If they can throw in slower tunes like Forlorn and Grape, as well as razor sharp cuts like 7%, without anything seeming out of place, you know they're doing something right.

After giving us Preoccupation Harris tells us "That's all the slow shit out of the way", which means there is only a short time to go before teir sardine-can track. And with the programming bubbling out the requisite samples, and Harris threatening "There is a Struggle", they tear into Power Struggle and the place heaves, to the level that more people were airborne than on the ground. However, they aren't quite done with us yet...

After "A new idea", some cover which I failed to pick up on (sorry!), they end up with the haunting melodies of One Conditioning, before tearing it up at the end into a total rock-out. Harris then promises they'll be back with a whole new album's worth of material in the not to far distant future, as they filter offstage. Hopefully by that time Harris will have a less holed T-shirt, and we don't get the same support bands...