Idlewild are on fire. Although his three blonde and skinny compatriots may conjure up memories of Birdland, singer Roddy is in a class - and a world - of his own. Throwing his frame around to the music or staring out oddly at the crowd like the lovechild of Johnny Rotten and Bjork, Roddy is a charismatic and eminently watchable frontman.

Cutting a dash in his denim dungarees and inside-out white t-shirt, he spends most of this 30-minute set on the floor of the stage, but giving 110% (this is a hometown crowd after all). Add to his kinetic fireworks the million mph guitar, bass and drums from the blondie boys and you have a recipe for glorious madness. "Captain" stands out from an impressive set, with Roddy screaming out the vocals in vein-popping fashion as the rest of the band see just how far they can take their irresistible racket.

If you peel away the sonic terrorism, every Idlewild song has a tune that would make some songwriters weep with envy, and that is the secret of their success. Anyone can play guitar, but only a select few can shoot down that big clay pigeon marked 'melody'. Idlewild are firing with both barrels, and are on an unstoppable and well-deserved rise to the top. Catch em before they explode.