"Don't forget to take a poster of Tom from The Enemy on your way out"

The thing with Skins is, while it isn't hatefully bad or anything, it doesn't strike me as being special or anything. Maybe if you're 17 it may say something desperately profound to you about your life, and if does then that's great, but I can't believe that there's anything remarkable for anyone who's, say, old enough to have got a job reviewing television programmes for a living. I'm going to stick with it, though, in case there's a bit with loads of kids in their drawers like in the posters and that.

While I'm reviewing things, here are some in-depth reviews of some bands that I went to see last night, because I really don't have a lot to write about at the moment, and to conclusively prove that checking for misplaced apostrophes in books about law's loss is music writing's gain. No, hang on.

REVIEW: Band of small children who weren't Cut Off Your Hands

See, they weren't very good, but they were quite endearing, for these reasons:

a) The singer had clearly stolen all of his vocal styling from him out of The Young Knives, and if only the band had sounded a bit more like The Young Knives I could have called them "The Younger Knives", because they were all about 12.
b) The singer also appeared to be slightly embarrassed about them being there, and I like other people being slightly embarrassed, what with it being pretty much my default state and everything.

REVIEW: Los Campesinos!

Back when John Peel did the Peelenium, when he came to 1978 he decided to play Teenage Kicks last of the four songs. And I can't believe that this was the first time that I'd ever heard him play Teenage Kicks, and I'd heard him talking about the song and what it meant to him, but hearing him trying to compose himself at the end of the song was the first time that I really understood what it meant.

And that was roughly how You! Me! Dancing! made me feel last night. I just... went. It was all slightly worrying.

REVIEW: Future Of The Left

Kelson is scary. It can't have been just me who was convinced that he was staring at them, all wild-eyed and beardy. And the two-sizes-too-small pink Slits t-shirt wasn't helping.

Also, since I last saw Future Of The Left they've become really, really, amazingly good. Not that they weren't good then, but now they're incredibly good. Even the songs off the album that I didn't like as much as some of the others (but which I still liked, because the album's great) were actually really, really great. But if I go to see them again I'm standing on Falco's side.

REVIEW: Les Savy Fav

Thing is, him out of Les Savy Fav is tremendously entertaining, but the songs are dull. Well, they're quite good for 30 seconds or so, and then they become dull. And to be honest it wasn't worth staying for the third song of the encore to see if there was another costume change to come and missing a train by one minute, deciding to get a different train, that train getting stuck behind the train I'd missed, then missing a bus by one minute and having to stand around in the cold for 25 minutes while some kids talked loudly about people that they'd robbed and on the other side of the road bouncers argued noisily with with people outside a bar pumping out crap dance versions of 80s ballads, before getting home and sending probably-regrettable emails to women like I was 19 or something.

Someone's just delivered a mis-spelt cake on Skins, so I'm quite glad I stuck with it now. Still not brilliant, but watchable enough I guess.