Leeds is a relatively compact city. Getting from one end of the city centre to the other in good time is pretty easy, so long as you haven't been hitting the many bars across town.

That's why Leeds is pretty much perfect for a city festival. Enter Live at Leeds. Stumble out of one venue into the blinding daylight and you're mere minutes away from another venue and another band. That means if your schedule is pretty packed, it makes it a cakewalk.

That is unless you need to go to the Brudenell Social Club. Now, I love the Brudenell Social Club; it's one of my favourite venues in the UK. The best pies, the best beers, the best music. But, my god, is trying to factor in a visit to this out-of-centre haven on your Live at Leeds schedule a mammoth task. A mammoth task made even more difficult by the excellent line up adorning the two stages this year, from The Big Moon to Dream Wife to Trudy & The Romance.

It's at the Brudenell where our Live at Leeds story begins, with Manchester duo Luxury Death. Formed from the ashes of Ben Thompson's slacker-pop project Nai Harvest with his partner Meg Williams, it feels like a natural progression for Thompson, with those lo-fi riffs married perfectly to more sprightly synths. Despite a few technical malfunctions involving the bass, Luxury Death pack their short set to the early afternoon crowd full of fuzzy bittersweet pop, including the fantastic 'Radiator Face', among other tracks from their Glue EP.

A quick slice of pizza later (served from a bus parked outside the Brudenell playing every hip hop classic you can think of. I really do love the Brudenell.) and it's off back into town for a visit to the extremely dark Key Club, where The Bay Rays are filling the venue with their early Kings of Leon meets Queens of the Stone Age sludge-rock vibes. The room might be packed, but unfortunately their overly-familiar tunes fail to ignite the crowd in the same way that Brighton's Black Honey do over at the O2 Academy.

Boasting swagger for days, the foursome are set to be a force on the festival scene this year, with spaghetti western riffs and a classic rock 'n' roll cool that makes them so very endearing. While the larger O2 perhaps diminished the energy of their smaller gigs, which bring with them a real raucous fun, the crowd were still throwing inflatable flamingoes around to 'All My Pride' and clambering on shoulders to 'Madonna'. It's clear why the queue to get in snaked all the way around the building. Those that did get in were not disappointed.

A quick trip back up to the Brudenell, and a cautious look at how much I've spent on Uber so far, followed to catch Australian duo Geowulf. Setting up shop in the intimate Games Rooms, where exactly a year ago Geowulf's Toma Banjanin played alongside his twin brother as psych rockers Tempesst, the duo dealt out slices of dream-pop wonder. So much so that one man in particular was so taken by it he was truly dancing like no-one was watching (though it could also have been the drink). From the dreamy 'Saltwater' to the gorgeously soaring recent single 'Won't Look Back', theirs was a spell it was impossible not to get charmed by.

Keeping with the Australasian theme, next on the agenda at Leeds Beckett Student Union was New Zealand's Fazerdaze. Amelia Murray and Co continue to fly the New Zealand Dream Pop flag, most recently held aloft by Yumi Zouma. There really must be something in the air over there. With her self-produced debut album, Morningside, on the horizon, the band crammed as many of these wonderfully fuzzy odes to youth and love as they could. There's a touch of Alvvays here, as well as the dreaminess of Yumi Zouma; that warm comforting hug or the loving head resting against your shoulder on a hot day.

A trip to the newly refurbished Nation of Shopkeepers for a break was in order next, where more time was spent ducking Line of Duty spoilers than seeing bands. But with beer and food in our bellies, it was off back to Leeds Beckett for Jagwar Ma.

Where Geowulf and Fazerdaze offer the dreamier side of Australasia, it's up to Jagwar Ma to bring the noise. Today's serving is a heavy dose of bone-rattling bangers; the Australian trio channeling Madchester's finest moments. The crowd quickly devolved into a surging mass of bodies, ebbing and flowing with the baggy acid house-influenced beats. Gabriel Winterfield had the crowd constantly in the palm of his hand, as more people are drawn into this undulating sea. Every track, from 'OB1' to 'Man I Need', shakes the room. It's bangers o'clock and, if you weren't ready for a party before stepping in that room, you sure were afterwards.

Unfortunately, Belgrave did not seem to be where the party was at. Coming up against the likes of The Big Moon at the Brudenell (where I would've been had I decided to take it easy with the Ubers) and Rag 'n' Bone Man, Chinah were faced with a crowd of around 30 people. Luckily, both the crowd and the Danish trio more than made up for it. Whooping and hollering with cheers after every song, the room suddenly felt packed and Chinah's glacial Scandi-pop, including the funky Even Love, fill every inch with sublime synths and head-bopping bass.

There is something about the spirit of Live at Leeds that's easy to fall in love with. Even if the line-up isn't packed with things you love, it's always easy to be guided to new bands and new venues where, waiting for you, is a crowd of music lovers as passionate as you are. It's a festival where a crowd of 30 can feel like a crowd of 300, where the city just bristles with energy. Sure, you might spend far more than you intended to on Ubers but it's only because you know that once you step into the venue there's going be another exciting experience to uncover.

Plus, the amount of great food to get stuck into in Leeds is really fucking good.