Woodenbox With A Fistful Of Fivers @ Wee Red Bar, 22 April

Whatever the result of the election, we can rest easy that today's young adults have their priorities appropriately ordered: judging by this excellent turnout, supporting our better local bands is far more important than Cleggmania on the telly. Awkwardly named Glaswegian sextet Woodenbox With A Fistful Of Fivers launch their debut album Home And The Wildhunt with the assistance of three bands, but the early start means The Stormy Seas are the first band we see in full.

Their name is highly appropriate: they perform with an invigorating passion, as if constantly fighting against the rocky waters of listener apathy. The dual vocalists are determinedly Scottish, which inevitably means they recall a certain bespectacled sibling duo at times, but there's more going on behind them: they're like dervishes, frantically strumming acoustic guitars and rapidly drumming to create a rousing sense of urgency, particularly in final track Middle Man.

As always, Woodenbox (****) ignore the modern trappings around them, preferring to pretend we're in an old wild west saloon and someone's ordered a flaming hoedown. Even when they slow for a maudlin ballad halfway through it doesn't take long before the drummer gets bored and gets kicking again. That moment of introspection is a brief misstep, because this is a band that's far more arresting when they're being raucous, stamping their feet and hollering while the two-piece horn section snort along. Woodenbox perform their retro aesthetic precisely, with vigour and humour; what more can we ask of them? [Ally Brown]