The first band on are Turn, an Irish band with a penchant for noise (think of the Wedding Present when they were in the hands of Steve Albini and you'll be on the right tracks). They serve up some very dynamic tunes which work surprisingly well - mainly due to the excellent sound, which is something of a novelty for Clwb (and lets hope it lasts). What sets Turn apart from the drabness of the Wedding Present, though, is their vocalist who really can sing. He has a powerful voice that is possibly even too good for the type of music they are performing. Their best song has to be the soon-to-be-released single "Berretta", a punky, staccatto number that almost brings the crowd to life. "We rock, you might have noticed;…" they cheekily say before launching into their final thrashy number.

Tonight's second band from over the water are Wilt, a powerpop trio who are quite happy to be known as the new Sugar. They are a solid, professional unit - although vocalist Cormac manages to forget his words during the final chorus of "It's All Over Now". The problem I have with Wilt is the same as I have with Sugar: they are just not interesting enough. The songs are all okay and very polished, but there's not enough going on to hold my attention. Cormac repeatedly (and increasingly desperately) pleads with the crowd to get going, but it just isn't happening tonight and only the closing "Radio Disco" really brings the club to life, but by then it's way too late. "Cormac, You ROCK!" someone shouts as he leaves the stage - but really it was a lone voice in the less than enthused crowd.

Before Seafood even take the stage it's apparent that they really are the "headliners" of this tour. They have brought projections and fancy lights, something almost unheard of in Clwb Ifor, and they'll have to be good to carry this off. Showtime arrives and it's not looking promising as four unassuming individuals make their way up onto the stage, but appearances can be deceptive. Perfectly lovely indie tunes are gradually dissected and demolished before our eyes and ears in an assault of controlled feedback and atonal strumming. It's amazing to behold and it's all held together by the powerhouse drums of Caroline, who just doesn't look capable of the kind of thrashing that she's giving her kit, her contribution is possibly as important as that of any drummer since Topper left the Clash. This is a band that defy comparison, although in parts you can recognise the influence of Sonic Youth at their most accessible. The show ends with the band wrestling their instruments on the floor in a howl of feedback and a stunned crowd wondering whether to applaud or run for cover.

This was a band a league ahead of the rest, a band that has clearly made a huge effort with their show and one that deserves the success that will surely come very soon. If you saw this show then count yourself lucky because they wont be playing venues of this size for much longer.