EYE WITNESS featuring CHARLENE OLIVER: I've Never Been To Me. She had a big hit with this terrible offering in the mid 80s. It's the one with the awful line "I've been undressed by kings and seen things a woman's not supposed to see" – possibly a reference to watching a darts match in a working men's club – but now they've pumped it up for the dancefloor. Bad times.
BWO: Lay Your Love On Me. Big and bouncy dancefloor glitz from the massively qualified Swedish threesome – one's a lecturer in social theory and philosophy, another's a civil engineer and the third's an art dealer. An unlikely sound from a very unlikely trio.
FIGHT LIKE APES: Lend Me Your Face. And lend an ear to this crash and bang melee from the Dubliners that's got a great synth line rattling around in there somewhere. If they managed to grasp it, they could use it as a foundation for something really special.
LLOYD featuring LUDACRIS: How We Do It (Around My Way). Rubbery R&B from the New Orleans 21-year-old that's got Michael Jackson's treadmark all over it.
PENDULUM: The Other Side. The prowling hushed start belies the kicking dance riffs that suddenly shoot forth from the sonic experimentalists.
NICK CAVE AND THE BAD SEEDS: Midnight Man. Not a man known for his fun, happy-go-lucky outlook – his Murder Ballads album saw to that years ago. The intense psychedelic musing curls serpent-like around weird synth.
JOE LEAN AND THE JING JANG JONG: Joe Lean And The Jing Jang Jong. OK, a daft name and obviously just as daft an album title, but don't be too harsh as the Londoners are here to bring the sub three-minute pop wonder back. And, fair to say, there are more wonders than blunders here as they race through the entire set in under 40 minutes. Their infatuation with 60s beat music and genuine guitar pop shines through as it's all rough and tumble rushing one minute and shoe-gazing introspection the next.
DISARM: By Any Means Necessary. The South Yorkshire punk metallists have only one outlook on life – and that's to play it loud and fast. The manics from Mexborough have enough fire in their bellies to keep the county's furnaces burning, throwing punk, metal plus hard-driven rock and roll into the fiery cauldron.
IZZIE VOODOO: The Push. She lives up to the theatrical name as she tries to entice you into an electronic world of computer keyboard effects, fuzzy bass and a darkish psychedelic take on life. Goth pop powered by a punk spirit. If it came to a simple choice of take it or leave it, the latter's the better option.
