For the third month running, Brighton’s Pipettes stole my heart and a second-hand pair of my favourite dancing shoes, this time surrounded by crusty poets and middle class wankers laughing at said crusty poets calling them middle class wankers at the Komedia. Songs that are sharp and sweet and sarcastic and Sixties and laden down with harmonic gorgeousity (it’s a word, right?). There’s coolio Jonny F on guitar, fretting cos he’s got an exam the next morning. There are the three girls on vocals - Julia, Rose and Riot Becki - polka-dotted queens all, swaying and sashaying and flirting with the spotlight, singing butter-sweet lyrics about how they’re the prettiest girls you’ve ever seen, tough girls in school, loving a boy (and a girl) in uniform, school uniform, the kitchen sink and my particular fave ‘Julie’, ripping off the melody from Outkast’s ‘Hey Ya’ for a sweet second and then going into strict(ish) dance formation the next…

Twenty minutes, 10 songs, pure delight. The Pipettes have matched the playful didatic early 90s Riot Grrrls to the sound of the tough, troubled girl group gangs of the Sixties (part. The Ronettes) - and, whoa! It’s bedevilled me.