Radio Luxembourg

After enduring two sets of drivel at increasing volume from hairy student types with guitars... occasionally verging into hip-hop, played in Welsh, by white boys on guitars. After that, and as the bar seemed full beyond capacity at the sweaty end, Radio Luxembourg appeared.

Everyone seemed tuned to their frequency. Sadly not knowing Welsh, or their songs, meant that when the tall, skinny, Dennis-the-Menace jumper wearing frontman declared something in a Welsh Valleys accent so wide you could set up Ben Herrick's entire drum kit in it, the Welsh student crowd get mysteriously euphoric.

But no one needs to know the words to tap feet, nod heads or generally get their groove on in a reasonable and non-excessive way to the hummable tunes and bouncing rhythms.

And who wouldn't have a good time when you can raise your fist and shout in unison "pwer, pwer, pwer... y fflwer!!". A rough translation may be "power, power, power of flowers".

That buzzing sounds as we walked home... is that... Radio Luxembourg?