History was made last night in one of London's great culture spots. Amongst the hundreds of protesters against the violence in Gaza and the unforgiving temperatures of the January winter, stood two locked double doors, a freezing audience denied of entry, and a McDonald's fuelled Aaron Hunt informing us of how it could all go wrong at any second. Like most great nights however, the circumstances went from bad to promising as the people were finally let it into the warm, bohemian surroundings of the Notting Hill Arts Club. The venue could be visualised in the sixties, packed with beret-wearers, giving poetry readings on imaginary love affairs with Andy Warhol or Fidel Castro. With our very own Wil Cook at the decks, dishing out the likes of Why? and Mimas, and Laura Hocking about to start her set, it seemed that things were about to go from promising to epic. If there was any perfect act to start the night off and a fitting vocalist for the club, it was the singer/songwriter, Laura Hocking. Her elegant voice filled the intimate surroundings like a smooth liqueur filling a whisky glass. She was backed by the baritone voice of her backing singer and the subtle, gliding sounds of her cellist, two very complimentary additions to her act. As if this feast for the ears wasn't enough, Laura captivated us all with her dark yet humorous songs about stalkers and a female wrestler's love life. As the charming acoustic lady sailed through her set, the venue steadily began to fill and when our next performers took to the stage, it reached a capacity that the manager said was the largest ever reached on a gig night at the Notting Hill Arts Club. Laura Hocking had the people swaying, now it was up to My Amiga to get the people jigging. The four-man Scouse party played a set of infectious, unavoidable beats, which at one point seemed to drift towards a Vampire Weekend tribute number. My Amiga created a catalyst for the party spirit, which went on to make up the structure of this great night, and left their audience hungry for more. That 'more' came in the form of Surrey's Power Pop explosion that is Stagecoach. Using a mandolin, quite possibly the greatest folk instrument in existence, and the pure power of stomps and group vocals, they brought a modified indie music experience to the event, each song a great credit to their practice. The addition of a superb Lemonheads cover spread mass excitement and made one very special set for what was growing to be a very special night altogether. The top trumps for the night who came, saw and conquered the Notting Hill Arts Club were WILLIAM, set to raise the place to the ground. Quickly winning the crowd over with complimentary badges, they went on to show that their talents went far beyond throwing out freebies. Each member of WILLIAM put on an individual performance while pitching towards the massive punk spectacle that sent out waves of astonishment around the club. As the lead singer's red face erupted with amplified banshee wails, the bassist and drummer lay down a number of earthquake rhythms, and so people realised that it wasn't just the speakers that were making the place rumble. Once the onslaught of live musical brilliance had finished, so came a DJ set packed with classic Motown and Soul, accompanied by some unhealthy drinking sessions and debates about the inevitable fall of capitalism and cheese. Many congratulations to the two geniuses behind the success of the historical event, Aaron and Oliver, for showing all those wise enough to turn up an incredible time.