The Archie Bronson Outfit's second album is called Derdang Derdang. With a name like that, you'd expect the band to be a cheerfully raucous bunch. They make a glorious noise, but there's not a hint of a smile from the band the entire evening.

Nevertheless, the London trio put on a terrific show. New single Cherry Lips is a song born to be played live, and they give it the full workout - starting gradually, but losing all restraint within 60 seconds. Vocalist Sam Windett's strangulated wail suggests David Byrne stepping into an ice-cold shower. Bassist Dor Hobday jerks so violently that the sweat rolls across rather than down his face.

They have been called blues-rock, but on this evidence, the Archie Bronsons are pure neurotic indie-rock. They have some tricks down pat: the grungy switch from slow and sad to fast and mad; the punk yelp; the two-step singalong (the irresistible Kink, which really does go "derdang derdang"). But there are surprises. Stage left is Duke Garwood, who plays two saxophones simultaneously, producing a bagpipe-like sound. That's when you can hear him, which is not often. He also plays the rhaita, a Moroccan flute, better known as the instrument people charm snakes with in cartoons. It's a fantastic sound but, again, underused.

There are moments of unintentional comedy, too. "I am a disco dancer," runs the first line of Dead Funny. With his bushy beard, white button-down shirt and expression of fixed anguish, Windett could hardly look less the part. The encore, a cover of International Harvester's It's Only Love sums up all that's great about the gig: a wailing rhaita solo followed by a slow stomp on drums, building to a manic, shriek-along chorus. There might be no smiles on stage, but there are plenty from the sweating crowd.