Picore @ 13th Note, 4 March

If the lo-fi noodling of last single Pick Up Sticks was your introduction to Super Adventure Club, their presence on such a noisy bill might raise eyebrows. But yer eye-guards won’t stay elevated when the drums commence their clatter, the yells start resounding and guitarist Bruce Wallace juggles discordant stabs and frenetically tapped melodies. The SAC could be criticised for squeezing in too much eclecticism if only it weren’t all so much fun.

A graffitied beam in my eye-line announces ‘United Fruit are all rite’, and while the pedant in me deplores the spelling, the enthusiast concurs. They lack Super Adventure Club’s wide-eyed innovativeness, focusing their riffs in a more straightforward hardcore direction, and are less memorable as a result. But their raucous melee succeeds nonetheless, a textbook display of coiled aggression.

A small but supportive crowd greet headliners Picore, making “four Spaniards and an Englishman happy” (the Anglo connection Adam Hansford, formerly of Charlottefield, on added guitar). Their singer’s throaty croak - perfect for Spanish-language audio-books I reckon, less apposite in a post-hardcore context - creates an interesting tension against the dense, thick guitar. As might be expected from a band with several years touring and recording under their belt, the combination of unity and variation - the unpredictable rhythms of a cowbell-studded instrumental raise the greatest cheers - is impressive even when the occasional individual track is not. Mixing brooding grooves with spiky Fugazi-lite melodies, another visit to Scotland will be more than welcome. [Chris Buckle]