Pomomofo can be summed up in one sentence: Three guys who have been sucked into the ‘scene’, whose music is good enough but won’t be remembered, recalled or replayed in a year’s time. Make it last boys, make it last.

Then came SPOD. I don’t think any individual had mentally prepared themselves for what is SPOD. He presented the audience with a scenario reminiscent of a school talent contest. Lame choreographed dance moves, unnecessary props (masks, streamers, confetti) and partial nudity. It got worse. Cats: they may be SPOD’s favourite animal but this song (it is questionable as to whether you could actually call it one) was rock bottom. It was a joke. It is unbeknownst to me how someone could get paid for such musical junk. Piss-taking gets old.

Veterans to the electro-rock scene, The Faint finally graced us with their presence. After a quick and superfluous introduction, we were instantly launched into a melodic world ruled by bass. Thrusting all body parts in any general direction was the dance of choice, and participating in anthems Paranoiattack and Worked up So Sexual was compulsory. At times, the real world seemed more appealing though, as repetitive basslines and over-distorted-everything drowned out Fink’s vocals. Luckily, most were too caught up in the moment to care.

I was certainly content with my fix of The Faint’s untypical concoction of punk-rock-electro-pop. Their arcane style undoubtedly satisfied all fans present. The Faint left their mark on the Metro.