To be honest I had never heard of the first two bands that were on the bill this evening, so I went into this completely blind but very open to the prospect of hearing something new and fresh to my ears.Looking round, I've never seen the Well so empty, were we sure it was a Saturday night? - Still can't complain, at least you could get to the bar. Which, I am saddened to say, is where I would have liked to have spent most of the tonight given some of the music on offer this evening.
First up is Type Press.
After a shimmery, slow, melancholic start I couldn't really tell where the first tune ended and the second began, except 'No More Heroes' which seemed to stick in my head for some reason, with its Zutons like driven beat.
This band swap genres like ladies of the night swapping bodily fluids at a Czech orgy. How can you move seamlessly from sounding like The Zutons to Joy Division without grazing your knees in the process?
Then they have you jumping on the next number 33 bus to James Taylor central. Do not pass Neil Young, do not collect £200. This was followed by a Noel Gallagher vocal felching its way through another three minutes of mundanity, then a quantum leap to the bastard love child of Sound Garden and ELO. If you move up a vocal octave, then this becomes the musical equivalent of Dremyl home dentistry. The final song had been seasoned with a Kate Bush on tamazepam, gargling drawing pins sound.
To be fair the audience, such as it was, seemed to like it. I can only assume this was a demonstration of sibling solidarity.
After retiring back to the bar to cleanse myself with a pint or two, I was hoping that the next band would restore me with the enjoyment of some decent music for the evening to follow.
45 Revolutions - Was I disappointed again? - Well the answer would be, "Yes!"
However, in the past I can see why their style has been likened to Green Day and The Clash with even a little bit of The Sisters of Mercy chucked in for good measure. All this considered their opening tune was like all of the above mixed with The Ramones - which lets face it, is never a bad thing.
The song which really stood out for me was 'Disco Teeth', very edgy and catchy guitar riffs with a very 1973's Punk overtone with a similar military precision as 'Eaton Rifles'. This band, unlike the last has direction, albeit going round in a circle - but at least it's something.
The evening then took an unexpected turn with the performance of Rob Galloway.
With an introduction fit for a middle weight boxer, this young man was very Beck-esque; however, sporting the Kurt Cobain look, he hides behind his super big white plastic sunglasses. Is this to produce an air of mystery possibly? I think not! This guy has very apparent self belief and for me was a bit over indulgent, but likable. It's like he is offering a soundtrack to an imaginary movie.
I would love to hear Rob again after he has developed even more. His experimental style was new and exciting and it's good to see someone on stage with so much energy. Very entertaining, very versatile but nothing special - Yet!
We then get to the headline act this evening, who I have been waiting to see for a while now.
Dog City - This Leeds based band is what it's all about really. The energy and willingness to play shines through some of their slower moments.
After what seemed like a raucous opening with, 'Dance For Me', the stage persona seems to change and a couple of members of the band are starting to look as if it's something their mum is making them do.
Still we carry on to the next track, 'Palace Will Fall' which is dirty and meaty and very power driven with excellent drum licks and a striding bass, which is quickly followed up by 'Quarter Past One.' A skilfully arranged Ska themed tune with bounce. Very Bloc Party in feel but with a grittier edge.
The Well is now filling up, and it is clear that this band have a large and loyal following who were slowly converting me.
At this point I would like to point out that there is a guy walking round in an "Ed The Cunt" T-Shirt - but apparently, he's not Ed.
Dog City have developed an impressive sense of craft, and it seems they can only go up from here. In a previous review someone said: "If self belief be the deciding factor, then Dog City would be bigger than Jesus." - To be fair they do have an abundance of self belief about them - however most bands do, but it's what you do with it that counts.
Dog City have proven themselves to be quite the showmen this evening, and like them or not you get what you pay for. The music is real and honest; they get straight down to business and think more about the performance of the tunes than how they look. I must say, the lead singer Danny did remove some clothing during "See You Again" to reveal a suave Spiderman tank top - This tune was nearly as snazzy as his shirt with a compulsive beat.
The rest of the set only got better with 'Never Be An Easy Way Out' which had a fantastic velvet summer blues lick to it, which I have heard in the likes of fellow Leeds band, Juma.
Great staccato rhythms and tight rolling drums in 'Voices' that is followed by a life commenting tune entitled 'Hateful Things' which builds up into a immense power, blowing me back to reminisce about 'Echo Beach' by Martha And The Muffins.
A maturity comes from within the music and the song 'On Time' oozes lots of nice slappy funky bass and partnered with a Gilmour tinged vocal really set this apart from a few of the previous others. They leave the crowd wanting maybe just a little bit more when they end on 'Jealousy'.
However, one even better bonus was the on stage; stage diving that went on with a certain band member who shall remain nameless. "Rub some butter on it." That's what my Grandma used to tell me. ;)
I feel like I've just been entertained.
They're a bit like Guinness. All good things come to those who wait.
... you don't sound bitter at all! 
