Cansei de escutar de Kasabian

I think that’s the correct translation - but you never can tell with babelfish.

Anyhow the knuckle dragging minions are out in force tonight to see their monkey leaders - Kasabian, here at the NME.com shindig in KOKO. Christ alone knows why we're here. (Oh yeah, it’s free and we have no social lives). And of course those lovely Brazilian poppets Cansei de ser Sexy are playing this evening. Hurrah.

Unfortunately for them they're playing in front of what appears to be a crowd of braying Neanderthals, howling at the giant glitterball and throwing glowsticks (provided by the NME lot, who have obviously overestimated the intelligence of their readership/Kasabian fans) at the, almost, all girl group. Lovefoxxx wants us to dance, but she's not having much luck. Poor the CSS. Bouncers go round confiscating glowsticks afterwards; it wouldn't look good to injure the headline act tonight - or their 'special guest'.

And my God they're bloody arrogant. Tom and Serge sneer and swagger their way around the stage rapidly becoming a parrody of themselves; the only respite is when Serge gets his chance to perform a quiet acoustic solo. This confuses the audience, who take the opportunity to have a chat and pretend it isn't happening, hopefully waiting for the next thumping anthem to come along.

But then out pops a Gallagher and there is much rejoicing as the assembled throng hail their ape leader. He plays along to a couple of tunes before disappearing back whence he came.

Goodness - am a bit tired out by the displays of manly testosterone going on - thank Christy for the lovely CSS who single handedly saved it from being a celebration of loud lad rock and who really are worth listening to.