Ten songs later there's surely no-one the mischievous, self-deprecating singer has yet to endear himself to and as both he and bassist Mish bounce around the stage it's impossible not to get caught up in Farrah's enthusiasm and sunshine-filled melodies.

Far from being yet another cloned contemporary guitar act, Farrah would be more at home alongside the likes of Menswear, The Candyskins, the Lightning Seeds and other similarly underrated Britpop bands. Both The One That Got Away and set opener He Gives An Inch have unashamed echoes of Jellyfish and Squeeze, but at varying times the band's wonderfully melodic sound also recalls Teenage Fanclub, Weezer, Ben Folds Five plus The Jam and a whole host of other punk bands.

Then not ten minutes after York's finest have departed, the headliners appear to enthusiastic cheers. Upon realising that she first saw The Bluetones almost a decade earlier, this writer suddenly feels very old indeed - a sentiment echoed when thirtysomething frontman Mark Morriss jokes that he's actually aged 45. But on tonight's performance you'd never guess that their highest-selling album Expecting To Fly hit the charts way back in 1996; certainly the band's enthusiam has waned none and the ever-charming Mark seems to grow livelier with every tour, even if the compact Fibbers stage does restrict his inimitable dancing a little.

Mark's repeated jokes about their lack of chart success may be true, but few bands in such a position have the luxury of being able to play anything from their back catalogue (be it album track, single or seemingly obscure B-side) and still have it greeted with equal enthusiasm and excitement; whether it be Cut Some Rug, Simple Things or the gorgeous Never Going Nowhere, the crowd still keep on singing.