After the previous night's shenanigans a more laid back gig was in order, so off I went to the relaxed congeniality of this small Jazz club on the Kingsland High Street. I'd never been there before. And to be honest I don't go to a lot of Jazz clubs either. So I was expecting it to be cool. Little did I know how cool it would be. Practically Baltic. They seemed to have a problem with the air conditioning, so it was that we all were sitting around in hats coats and scarves.

Now, you may have never heard of the hKippers. Nor had I. I was told that one of the members was in Holby City. Which is nice for him, but I've never seen it so as far as I was concerned he may as well have been a fisherman from Cleethorpes. But it turns out I did know who he was. His name is Paul Bradley. You (and I) will know him as Nigel from Eastenders. But that's actually unimportant.

So who are the hKippers? They describe themselves as progressive folk. Erm. Ok. Not familiar with the folk establishment, but progressive I guess means that I'm going to see some new, maybe experimental stuff right? Well. Yes. You may have never seen anyone play sellotape. Or gaffer tape. But you can if you see the hKippers. And my goodness it works. You'll have to trust me on this.

A lot of the material that the band have is frankly indescribable. It really is quite unique. So I'll try and describe them as a band. They're an 8 piece. Most of the band do vocals, but there's a drummer, a brass section, clarinets (1 or 2 ), a piano, a piccolo, an accordion, a bass and a guitar. And other instruments that take their fancy. And anything will do for an instrument.

Given the comedy and conviviality in the band, you'd be forgiven for thinking they're a bit amateurish at first sight. But they are far far far from that. Oh my goodness. These guys can play. And that's no surprise. One of them plays with the Pogues. One has an Oscar for his musical talent. One's a talented producer. Another's performed with Symphony orchestras. I'm sure they've all done lots lots more. But that's not the point. The point is the performance. And these guys give it their all. And love every second of it.

So what makes it? Well, watchng them tonight I really did have the thought that clearly Bradley isn't the musical one, but like a great front man he holds it all together and adds a touch of genius to it all. Without him you'd hear a band that can play great music. With him you see a band play great music, and you laugh as smile as you do. It doesn't take away from the music, rather it adds to the whole thing. And please don't get me wrong. Paul loves his music clearly and I'm sure his friends in the band wouldn't put up with crap either if he was awful. But I think he brings something that's unique to him. And that's what makes it all work. Each and every member has something to bring. Personalities are brought to the fore. But the music is always, always king.

As to the Progressive folk thing? Well there's obviously folk there, but there's also a lot of trad jazz in there too. And the highlights of the gig are when the band play as only a bunch of friends can play (much as the Arctic Monkeys showed the day before). If you've ever seen New Order play when Bernard Sumner and Hookie weren't getting along you'll know what I mean. So it was good that the venue was so compact and the sound was good. They got the audience going and we all loved them. I will definitely go see them again given the opportunity.

One final thought - I love seeing bands in small venues. I was particularly touched by Paul shaking my hand and saying thank you for me being there as I left. Wow. Imagine if that happened at every gig you went to.

PS - If you want to spread the word about the hKippers then please remember the 'h' is silent. Don't make a fool of yourself when you ask for their album in HMV and pronounce the 'h'. That would be embarassing.

I didn't quite make it to see the Monkeys at Glastonbury. The trouble was that they were playing on the Pyramid, and what with my aversion to big venues (and they don't come much bigger than the Pyramid really) together with the reports of the poor sound I went elsewhere. Probably with a bottle or 2 of wine. But that's a different story.

But somehow I ended up on a wet Saturday evening tramping up the hill to Alexandra palace to see a band I really don't know much about. Which is quite a feat really considering that they're so popular. I really didn't set out not to listen to them, I just haven't OK? Mind you I do particularly enjoy the looks on my gig going friends when I ask what song is playing when they're on. How could I not know that?

So first things first. The venue. Like I said I don't like big venues so I have never been. I didn't go to Arcade Fire because I didn't fancy the venue. But you know what? I actually think its pretty good. It didn't feel like it was a big gig at all. There was plenty of room where we were, and we were quite close to the band. The sound was good and the beer wasn't a problem to get. In fact (don't tell anyone this) but it was an altogether more civilised experience than most gig venues. So chalk that one up as an unexpectedly happy experience.

So on to the gig. Well, I turned round to one of my companions and commented that it was an experience more akin to a football match than a gig. Which is really down to the band, the music and the fans that love it. Now, obviously I'm a football fan as well, so I should be happy right? Not entirely. You see, football songs are football songs for a reason. They're easy to sing, and they cater to our basest instincts to sing and chant together. Which is fine if thats what you want to do. Which I generally don't when I go to a gig, but am more than happy to at football. But that's just me. In particular (and I think I'm going to sound like a middle aged gig goer here but there you go) the songs did in fact sound much the same. Now, "I bet you look good on the dance floor" is a great tune. I'll even admit to that. But the essential pattern of this song was repeated over and over again. And I just don't dig the vocalist's voice enough to get into the brand of chav rock he was delivering.

But it's not that I hated the gig - far from it. I loved the music when the band just played and got on with making music. What made it work was seeing them play together as mates having a laugh, but really really doing the business. Fantastic. But then front man would sing and ruin it for me.

In fairness, I appeared to be the only one (well one of the lads with me sort of agreed) who found this to be the case, but I just couldn't connect with the band or the kids who love them, I couldn't connect with their music, their language, their clothes, their style or much else.

Still, all the football singing got the better of all of us, as we wended our way back down the hill. In the excitement, people started singing "there's only one Ricky Hatton" and so we decided that seeing the fight was the thing to do. Thank god we'd all come to our senses by the bottom of the hill. I was sound asleep as the Hitman took a sound beating.