With only a Fender Mustang to accompany her, Ides opens the night with a sultry, shoegazey bunch of tunes that sound how Laura Marling would sound had she run away from home at the age of seven and been brought up by a feral Teenage Fanclub. The set of mostly unhurried and personal numbers feels intimate; partly because the Jericho is slow to fill up and most of the people in the room seem to be her friends, and partly because there’s a moody intensity behind the reverb that feels like a brief and angry but passionate love affair.

On next are Virals, four young lads from Worcestershire whose sound is so large – and loud – it fills the gaps in the room. They have hit on the fantastic idea of segueing songs with feedback and reverb, a strategy that deftly avoids any awkward silences between songs. They play fast-paced garage-rock songs with some flamboyant riffs and basslines, and perform to the twelve-strong audience as though headlining a sold-out arena. Their attitude is infectious and they are clearly having a ball as they contribute enthusiastically to the audience’s muffled future of hearing problems.

By the time PAWS take the stage the room has filled up a bit more, although not as much as this great young band deserves. The Scots race through a set of bedroom-punk in which angry, emotionally-unstable lyrics are thrown bodily at a drumkit in a chaos of addictive noise-pop (and the DIY ethic seems to extend to singer/guitarist Philip’s haircut). The set – which includes spirited covers of songs by Meursault and Big Deal as well as a chunk of their debut album Cokefloat – is definitely more of a sprint than a marathon, pausing only for drummer Josh to crack open a Beck’s with the end of a stick. The overall impression is of a young band having a wail of a time on tour, however there is a latent maturity in their performance that suggests great things to come from these guys in the future.