The Computers are on stage with a frantic Hives-style vibe going on with the white strides and white shirts, but growling like Gallows playing some wicked punk 'n' roll with a dash of indie suss but mostly some thrashing axework. I found them quite entertaining and, besides, they had some pretty nifty ditties as well. Heading out at the end of the month and all through November with Alexisonfire I'd tell anyone with a ticket not to miss the support band because you'll miss 'Teenage Tourettes Camp' and 'Must Try Harder'. The band like to think they're a cross between Elvis Costello and Black Flag which isn't too far off, to be fair. I look forward to seeing these again and hearing some of the music - a great way to start any rockin' evening.

Anyway, onto the main course and a very busy Thekla is about to be treated to the wonderful sounds of The Jim Jones Revue. Hot on the heels of a very successful US tour, the band take the stage and immediately the sauna-like venue is shaking to the sound of 'Hey Hey Hey Hey' and then, without a pause for air, 'Dishonest John' fires a shot across the bow of the good ship Thekla. Having caught this ten legged rock 'n' roll beast several times already this year they seem to have hit that groove where they're almost walking on water for Christ sake (but then we are on a boat so technically they are). Jim Jones cavorts and struts like a peacock as he plays the Jagger-esque role to perfection; with his hand on his hip he points out into the rock 'n' roll void and declares, brothers and sisters, that it's time to dance. Once again Elliot Mortimer tinkles the keys like a snake charmer as he urges the sound from his instrument to rise up and spray the audience with some more venomous rock 'n' roll licks. 

This is as good as live music gets at the moment, boys and girls. This really is where 'it's' at. For an hour the pace is nothing less than 100 miles an hour and it's 100% the real deal.  'Cement Mixer', 'High Horse', 'Killin' Spree' and 'Shoot First' are all belted out with such authority and confidence that the Thekla is indeed the boat that rocked. 

As the audience struggled with the conditions the band return to the stage for the briefest of  encores. 'Elemental' was up first before 'Rock N Roll Psychosis' almost caused a tsunami in the English channel as Jim Jones had to scream his lungs out to compete with Elliott Mortimer's boogie woogie piano, the super slick licks 'n' riffs coming from Rupert Orton's guitar and the throbbing bass of Gavin Jay all being fuelled by the drumming of  Nick Jones - this was a sonic onslaught that satisfied the soul. Sure it isn't anything new or original but fuck me it's entertainment and that's the name of the game, isn't it? Now can I get back on terra firma and ring out my clothes and hope that in a few days my hearing will return to what it was two hours ago. 

I love rock 'n' roll I do and that, brothers and sisters, was a band kicking out the jams at the very top of their game so my advice is catch 'em while you still can playing these sized venues, because at this rate they're going up the food chain to the top and the days of sweaty clubs might not be feasible in the not too distant future.