Orange Juice/The Go Betweens: Lyceum, London

THERE COMES a time in every upwardly mobile popster's career when he/she is faced with the almost inevitable prospect of playing the Lyceum. The Edwardian baroque of its decor is the only feature which mitigates against its cavernous acoustics, remote stage, understaffed bars and tendency to pack in twice as many people as fire regulations permit. If you're a band like Twisted Sister, and large as life and even uglier, sheer gun-craziness will get you through. But if finesse is your forte, you're liable to get lost like a child in the crowd, your plaintive voice failing to register above the din. So how did our troubadours do tonight?