Starting tonight's showcase is Brisbane band DZ Deathrays; this duo may only consist of a drummer and guitarist but boy they make some noise. So it's unfortunate the thin crowd doesn't seem to be in the mood to rock out, and despite the monstrous noise erupting from on stage DZ themselves seem to feel a tad held back. Hopefully this was just a refection on the crowds slightly-lame reaction, I got the feeling that at their own gig I'd be surrounded by a mass of sweaty bodies and getting covered in various fluids - kinda what I was longing for tonight.

With the reappearance, and probably disappearance of Death From Above this year, DZ Deathrays are the perfect concoction of fuzzy noisy racket to easily take up the pedestal of two-piece rock. I look forward to catching the band at one of their own gigs, with a far more appreciative audience.

Next up is the much-hyped Niki and The Dove, and someone I thought would be pulling in a bit of a crowd tonight. But still the audience remained at the smallest I've ever seen at the Concorde 2. This is a band that I've watched a number of times over the festival season this year, and whilst her debt to Kate Bush is overtly obvious I've always found her performances mesmerising and enchanting. And so, when her set starts tonight I take note of the two new members on stage who initially thought were backing singers. But sadly, oh so sadly I was wrong. As Niki starts her set with 'Mother Protect', the two females start to twist and turn on stage and suddenly I feel like I'm back in a school assembly watching some god awful performance by the contemporary dance class.

It gets worse - the two dancers then start synchronising their routine, or at least attempt too. Its a bit cringeworthy, and just when you think that can't possibly be topped, one of the 'dancers' brings out a bloody hula-hoop. And it's not just me, the audience had lost interest, background chatter was loud and those who were still watching were in fact just laughing at the on stage antics. Niki stood there overshadowed, in fact I barely looked at her during the whole performance, incapable of taking my eyes off the travesty unfolding next to her. Perhaps on a larger stage this could have worked better with the dancers out of eye-line, but on Concordes tiny stage it was all too much.

In addition to this, Niki had far more effects on her voice - the girl has such a wonderful tone I can't understand the overuse of cheap X Factor gimmicks. I felt a little heartbroken once her set had ended, she'd lost all that was charming about her in the space of a month since I last saw the band play at Bestival. I really hope all these silly ideas are dropped by the next time she tours.

It was obvious by now that the handful of people who'd appeared at the start of the night was all this audience was going to come too. There was still barely anyone in the venue, and probably fair to say the majority were just casual observers as opposed to already being a fan of any of tonight's performers. S.C.U.M really suffered, their moody performance really did nothing to help the gloomy atmosphere and people started to leave.

It was obvious why this band were picked to play the Radar tour; moody faces, scenester hair cuts, overuse of strobes and a sound to match the band they seem to be trying so hard to be: The Horrors. I'm probably being a little too harsh though, I couldn't stand The Horrors when they first appeared on scene so that probably means S.C.U.M will also prove to be very popular. And in fairness, they did have a number of decent songs in their set which proved to be very short-lived as the disappeared off stage after just 20 minutes.

Nobody seem to be bothered by this though.

So finally we are brought to the shows headliners, Wolf Gang, a band I've also had the pleasure of drunkenly dancing away to at festivals this year. Surely, they can inject some life into the crowd, these people have to be here for something?

Opening with 'Dancing With The Devil' Wolf Gang do their best to entice the few people left into moving forward and dancing. It's not happening though but at least there are all of three people at the front dancing and singing away, the most action seen all night. But the band don't let this stutter their performance, working their through their debut 'Suego Faults' with amazing 'The King and All His Men'', 'Nightflying', and 'Back to Back'. They also bring back an old demo entitled 'The Kill', which fitted perfectly into their disco-tinged set.

By now, I'd come to realise I'd been surrounded by a group of beer-bellied, Red Stripe drinking, balding men all shouting very loudly at each other, and my patience was wearing thin. It would appear that the venue had called it a loss and were just allowing anyone in, as if the audience couldn't get any worse I now couldn't even hear the band over old-man pub talk.

And so with a heavy heart I decided to just leave - and I sadly saw that i wasn't the only person walking out mid-performance.

Whether it was the Monday-gig lull, or maybe that no one really cares anymore what bands the NME think are 'the next big thing', the dead atmosphere made the gig a rather long struggle I hate to say. At least it hasn't put me off seeing these bands in the future knowing they’re all capable of better things, can't say that for the rest of the audience though.