Dusting down the denim jacket...

Off to see The Proclaimers this weekend - can't wait. Last time I saw them they were brilliant; great night, marred only slightly by one embarrassing incident I won't mention here (came after a few too many San Miguels...).

I'm sure they'll be an improvement on the band I went to see on Monday.

Clapyourhandssayyeah have been all over Radio 6, The Guardian etc for the last few weeks, but after suffering through their gig in Liverpool I have to say they were complete pants! Think David Byrne and Talking Heads without the tunes (not too mention charisma or even a hint of personality).

They are also the only band I've ever seen who have provoked a giggling fit (well in our group anyway) as soon as the singer opened his mouth. Cats wailing would have come as a blessed relief - I thought the bloke had trapped a nerve or something at first before I realised I was in for an hour of his shrieking.

The Nowak verdict? A clear case of Clapyourhandssaysucks (see what I did there, clever eh?).

Anyway - don't take my word for it. I'd be the first to admit that a man whose CD collection (slowly transferring to I-tunes) contains the BeeGees, Bruce Springsteen and Bjork (and that's just the B's) is hardly at the cutting edge of so-called 'popular music', but as the saying goes, 'I know what I like' and Clapyourhandssayeah, are not it!