It kind of does what it says on the tin really - a whole week of celebrating all of the little one-of-a-kind basement dives we so adamantly haunt. Put a few decent bands on inside one of them, make it a whole day piss-up type thing, 'job's a gooden'. Except this isn't a little dive, it's the best live music venue in the city, and these aren't little bands, they're the future stars of this rotten little town.

Aldous starts the proceedings, yet I've heard so many different set times from different people that I miss all but 20 seconds of his appearance. I'll admit, I hadn't even clocked onto why everyone was headed downstairs, I was just happy that the bar had become relatively empty. He's 1/4 Egyptian Hip Hop, doing his own little thing with some super light vocals atop a sweet, woozy backing band. There are some cameos from other EHH members, yet that huge dollop of Miami disco renders the whole thing is entirely different. I will use my job as reviewer to inform you, the public, that I was informed, by the public, that it was a great show and all that.

There are other little things going on all over the place today, enhancing the overall idea of celebrating independent music. A Natalie Curtis photography exhibition dons the far wall in full spread projected magnificence, her prints being sold at the opposite end of the room. New Manchester band Hartheim have decided to string up limited edition cassette tapes of their debut single outside the venue, everyone invited to take one home (whether anyone has the equipment to play them is another thing). There's a genuine air of celebration and excitement flying around the place, and the next act serves only to heighten this.

Now, I saw Francis Lung at last year's Record Store Day in exactly the same place. He's the former WU LYF bassist gone super solo post split. At that show, he arrived on a skateboard wearing an all white suit, and offered up an even larger splodge of disco than good old Aldous himself. There was full on brie fuelled dance moves, yet this time, it couldn't be more different. He sits alone with a guitar centre stage, revelling in his self assigned liberty. It's only a couple of days since I decided to renounce the whole singer-songwriter act as an interesting 'thing', yet I also said it can be done every now and again, but only by those whose talent pours from the ceiling when they play. In this case, my shoulders are doused.

He is absolutely phenomenal, recent blog hit 'A Selfish Man' sounding truly wondrous. A haunting cover of 'Jealous Guy' ticks every available box, and an unknown song with one of the best chorus' I've heard in ages makes me unconsciously let out a little satisfied sigh. I'm sorry to be that guy, but there is one little section of a track in which he goes a little too Ellery, yet it could just be a case of habit. He doesn't need any of that though - the vocal is great, his picking is great, it's all pretty great. It could have only been improved if he'd have turned the two into a medley - 'A Jealous, Selfish, Man Guy'.

Next up is Naked On Drugs. Now, I apologise in advance, and I do genuinely believe I'm one of only about 2 people in the entirety of Manchester who feels this way, but it's not really my thing. I think I 'get' it, and I understand that the lack of tangibility is what makes them so adored, but I do kinda like tangible. Sebastian is a brilliant frontman, throwing only the most French of shapes as the saxophone protrudes into his ear, and live, they certainly give you something to watch. I can assure you that all other humans in the room are sat with puppy dog eyes looking up at the stage, and that this is the act they all rave about - but you know, what's a life without honesty? 'Lee Anns Skin' is still fucking great though, in only the seediest of ways.

The final two acts of the night are possibly my two favourite bands of now. First up is Bernard & Edith - the Manchester duo creating the wonkiest, most nerve bending, electronic pop in the country. They've been playing Manchester for quite some time now, and they'd already reached a stage where they had a watertight live set, yet following support slots with the likes of I Break Horses it feels as if they are truly on the precipice of blowing up. Nick 'Bernard' Delap is of Egyptian Hip Hop fame himself, creating the gloopiest synth lines for Greta 'Edith' Carroll to intersect with that distinctively sultry vocal. The contrast is just beautiful, with the soon to be released 'Poppy' stealing the show once again. The visuals further the hallucinogenic effect of the sound, and it just seems that there'll be no stopping them from now on. It's a stellar show - the best of the day.

The headline slot, quite deservedly, belongs to Kult Country. I've said it before and I'll say it a thousand times more; they are the best 'new' band in the country. They create this all out barrier of noise and reverb, yet still manage to hinge everything on a beautiful melody. Whether it's a trademark guitar riff or a light, brooding keyboard, one element always seems to splinter through the decibels to such dramatic effect. Tonight they preview a new tune which takes them in quite a different direction - It feels (dare I say it) a bit more poppy, and creates a genuine hands in the air moment in the crowd. With so much angst and mismatched beauty though, it's still 'Slowburn' that steals the show, confirmed by the reaction within the middle of the mosh pit. I end up with Jamie Money's scarf wrapped around my face and they shoehorn in 'Amongst the Dead Forever' before they walk off stage. They just have to end up as one of the biggest bands in the UK.

I make way quickly after this, as although I am a weekend degenerate, I have to hold down a proper job and real life stuff during the week. I wake up with the sorest of heads on Monday morning, but none of that matters. If it took place every single Sunday, I'd be stood there feeling the same way. There was a big row just last week about the authenticity of new Manchester music involving the likes of Terry Christian, desperately trying to belittle these efforts in an attempt to cling to the very last remaining strands of Madchester. He only need have turned up tonight to see how much things have progressed. This applies to a much larger scale than this city though, and it is these types of events, and these types of people creating them, that brings so much life to new music across the country. Long may it continue to last.