Tubelord bounced back with the follow up album to their 2009 debut with Romance once released on Pink Mist towards the end of last year, already featuring different members from that of their debut with James Field on synths/piano and replacement bassist Tom Coulson-Smith.

Their second attempt received a variety of mixed responses from reviewers, but at least they were all inclined to agree that it's a straight follow-up from the first album, demonstrating the same frenetic sound that although has a punk-edge, the strong catchiness of the melodies also bring in a touch of that indie-twee that is oh-so-perfect for singing along. Sadly due to sickness the supporting tour for this album had to be cancelled and postponed, however rearrangement skills meant that their new dates were primely positioned as my first gig of 2012.

Choosing to open with material from their debut Our First American Friends, the band open with 'He Awoke On A Bench In Abergavenny' to a relatively busy venue filled primarily with young'uns (it's a 14+ gig tonight). But it's a very odd crowd tonight, as the band pummel through songs both old and new; 'Never Washboard', 'Stacey's Left Arm', and that wonderful song apparently about the number of people a taxi driver had slept with '4t3', the audience remain stagnant which very much reflected onto the band.

I'd never seen Tubelord live before, but it felt so obvious that fans of their music should equate to a tumultuous crowd, with plenty of bouncing around and perhaps a mosh-pit or two. But there was nothing - perhaps something to do with the club night afterwards and punters were looking for a cheaper way in? 'Your Bed is Kind Frightening' had such a failed attempt at a clap-a-long that it was painful, and due to the couple near me having constant shouting drunken arguments (I'm not entirely sure they were aware there was a band in the room) I ended up moving down to the front in search of some better company.

During 'Night of the pencils' I found myself surrounded by the yoof, all stood dead still with their arms outreached as they held up mobile phones to record the band. It was a pretty sad sight to see kids watching through their screens rather than enjoying the moment, although I should mention the three fellas bouncing around to the right of me were breaking the trend, even if it was label mates Tall Ships.

Hopefully the next time I catch Tubelord I'll be stuck in a mosh-pit amongst a far more energetic crowd. I've come to learn that this is something that doesn't really occur at these smaller gigs in Brighton, no matter how much the audience may be liking the band it's just not the way that the people want express their enjoyment. Which is a shame, as watching an audiences reaction and interactions with a band is a fantastic thing and it really does enhance the whole experience, and sadly some bands find a dampened reaction hard to ignore and it so obviously affects their performance.