The venue is empty for Estel, and for the longest time it appears as though they’re doomed to play in front of no-one, criminally underestimated as they long have been. Luckily, the Quad fills out in short order halfway through their set, dark, hypnotic noise, tempered with eerie keys and jazzy undertones. Their set is epic for a support slot, and those in attendance are swept away in it by the end. Not much banter, just darkened rock ‘n’ roll from the gatekeepers of Dublin’s underground in advance of their upcoming odds ‘n’ sods collection’s release this month through Quarter Inch.

Fuzz Orchestra, resplendent in suits and boots, hit the stage, guitars, vinyls, transistors and all, and proceed to lay down sludgy, groovy riffs with their distinctly Italian flavour, pockmarked with sound art, samples and musique concrete. Laying destruction upon the venue, the band cycle like Tasmanian devils through music from both their albums, flinging vinyl into the crowd and generally looking like men coming unglued. Fucking quality.

Tags: Estel, Fuzz Orchestra, Italian vinyl, punk, sludge, the quad