The Hidden Cameras made their name in 2003, singing about the joys of urinating on a loved one and the magic of anal cleansing, and their previous live outings have incorporated a risqué version of pass-the-parcel. Their current UK tour, accordingly, is approached with some anticipation. Will there be a bit of extra stagecraft for the track Golden Streams? Will we have to do the actions to I Want Another Enema?

Apparently not. Singer and songwriter Joel Gibb has often claimed that the band are miscast as a bunch of perverts, and tonight his point is proved. The Hidden Cameras live experience is all about taut musicianship, intricate string arrangements and melodies to turn the soul to mush. They play just three songs from their debut, The Smell of Our Own, and the only minor bit of sauce comes from Gibb's insistence on addressing the crowd as "naughty Nottingham".

The Canadian group, who number seven on this tour, are often compared to Belle & Sebastian, mostly because of the way their lyrically adventurous frontmen sing as if they were in the vestry. But while the Hidden Cameras don't have the back catalogue to rival their Scottish counterparts, they are a much louder live band. Unfortunately, Gibb's delivery, especially on the numerous high notes, renders many lines unintelligible. He only interacts with the crowd to issue strict edicts on clapping along with the right syncopation.

But despite the lack of smut, and the inescapable fact that too many of the tracks sound the same, when the melody is there - as on forthcoming single Death of a Tune and oldie Miracle - the Hidden Cameras are a thing of pure, incorruptible beauty.

· At Auntie Annie's Porter House, Belfast, tonight. Box office: 028 9050 1660. Then touring.