The Railway Children, That Petrol Emotion, The Popguns, Spitfire: Heineken Big Top, Stamner Park, Brighton

BRIGHTON, summertime. Sea breezes, sunshine in the park, the smell of new-mown dogshit... and Spitfire! (short for Jefferson Spitfire, don't you know). Yeah! Rock'n'roll! Cruisin' blues at 30,000 feet! And after 40 minutes, we haven't shifted an inch from that altitude. Steaming grooves, correct use of guitar, but where are the songs? "On old Doors records," mutters my cynical companion. The singer has the thing with the voice pretty much sorted, but needs to work on the thing with the hips. I suspect Applied Hutchence Theorem: formula boogie + trainee lovegod = all the sex, drugs and money you can eat. However, INXS have a song. Write some, lads.