The Amazons @ Deaf Institute, Manchester, 6 Apr

The Amazons are indie rock'n'roll all over – of the good old-fashioned kind (and by 'old-fashioned', we definitely mean 2009). Ok, they’re a little more polished than their late noughties counterparts – more Drenge than The Wombats – with leather jackets aplenty and a suspiciously Matt Healy-looking bassist, but there’s only so much denying that, at its core, this stuff isn’t indie bread and butter.

If you go to an Amazons show, you’re gonna have fun and a lot of it, even during their somewhat quieter numbers (as frontman Matt Thomson aptly puts it, "This one's slower, but not a lot"). They open their set with Black Magic, playing loudly and passionately, joining the sweaty and packed music hall of Manchester’s intimate Deaf Institute. An amalgamation of Iaddish types and middle-aged dads make up the crowd, rather than the plaid-shirted teenagers you might expect. We bet the crowd like Blossoms and Royal Blood, and we bet The Amazons do too – In My Mind feels a lot like Royal Blood fed through a pop-ification machine and Little Something isn't exactly a million miles away from the Brighton duo's own Little Monster.

The show feels nostalgic, like a heavier, more atmospheric reworking of the mainstream indie heyday of some ten years prior. There’s a lot to like about these guys (hey, they're nice boys – Thomson's even wearing one of support band Pale White's t-shirts). Much like Cage the Elephant, The Amazons fuse grungy 90s angst with modern guitar riffs. Crucially, its all allied with a decidedly old-school rock'n’roll agenda.