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Until recently, there were only two decent things to come out of Leeds, The Wedding Present and the M1.

Leeds itself is a s**t hole of a place, full of pound shops & drug addled, shell-suit wearing wastes of space. It may only be 70 miles up the motorway, but it's about 30 years back in time.

Their football team epitomises the place, trying to be hard & important, desperate for any kind of attention, but ultimately unloved, unwanted and pre-historic.

But now there's three things.

I didn't know what to expect from The Pigeon Detectives on Tuesday night. I knew that there would be a larger proportion of kids there than for either Editors or the afore mentioned Wedding Present and I knew that, without too much of a back catalogue to support them, they wouldn't be playing for the usual 90 minutes you would expect, but what surprised me was how tight they all were, how every note came through the cacophony of crowd accompaniment and how good the lead singer was at catching his microphone from being thrown in the air.

So good was the lead at catching, he plucked a thrown can of lager out of the air, took a swig & threw it back all in one movement, an action not seen in Nottingham since Derek Randall retired.

Hopefully, they'll come back with a decent 'difficult' second album, a couple of new songs hinted at a darker edge than their poppy "she's dumped me / I've dumped you" teenage fair on "Wait For Me", but if they don't, they could always take a walk to Headingly and apply for the Yorkshire cricket team.