"What's that coming over the hill," shriek the four whippersnappers who make up The Automatic. "Is it a monster?" No lads, it's probably just a grown-up; they're few and far between tonight. Well, it is half-term after all. The Automatic hail from the none more rural sounding town of Cowbridge, Wales, and have the teen pop hair - straightened and sideswept - that can be found on members of McFly and Son of Dork, but tunes nabbed from the slightly more mature likes of Kaiser Chiefs and the Killers.

It's a recipe that impresses the masses of shrill youth pogoing and clapping down the front no end. Recover is an unapologetically upbeat synth rock number that houses the rather sinister line "you'll never dance again". Which seems to be the exact opposite of what keyboardist and synthesizer-botherer Alex Pennie decides to do tonight, throwing himself around the stage in a deranged fashion that's more worrying than it is rock'n'roll.

Seizing a cowbell, he scales the speaker stacks on the side of the stage then leaps down before getting himself and the drumkit tangled up in the mic lead. The madness continues in Raoul, where the three other band members pretend to not notice "Wacky Automatic" as he jumps up and down on the monitors and showers his sweat across the crowd. Pennie's loon-like leaping aside, the group's electro disco racket is a pleasant (if not a tad samey) one, though obviously the concept of a "slowie" is foreign to them, with each song being as fast, furious and relentless as the last. Nothing a little growing up wouldn't cure.