Given that Truck enterprises seem to find it hard to go more than a month without putting on a festival, the three-month gap between October’s OX4 and tonight’s EquiTruck has seemed like a lifetime. But they’re back, with a stellar line-up of local bands, all in aid of Citizens’ Advice Bureau.

The evening starts with the DB Band, the project former Supergrass bassist Mick Quinn has been busying himself with since the band split in 2010. DB stands for dirty blues, which makes you imagine gravel throated woe is me ballads. What you actually get, is half an hour of ragged White Stripes-esque riffs and some solid, but instantly forgettable choruses.

Mick Quinn said on Friday that he sees Supergrass reforming, which makes this seem all the more like something to fill the space between then and now.

Next up, Dead Jerichos seem to position themselves somewhere between the Clash and the Enemy, bratty indie punk covered in delay pedal and snotty vocals.

Caustic and abrasive without much substance or melody, the whimpers that come from the crowd when they demand they cheer at the end of the set tell the whole story.

After this, the highlight of the day comes from Ute, a freewheeling country rock three-piece, making music that would sound more appropriate in a sawdust-floored Texan bar than in the Thames Valley. A dust in throat, folky outfit, all the cuts from their recent Gambler EP go down superbly.

Treetop Flyers are even more country, like a shonky Grateful Dead, with a set full of wistful, horizon-gazing tracks.

Though their songs are charming enough, nothing really gets anything more than a polite ripple from the crowd, who, given it’s now almost ten in the evening, are in the mood for something a bit livelier. Their set gets nowhere near the reaction Ute’s did and they end up becoming a polite soundtrack for trips to the bar and loud conversations.

This makes the job a lot easier for the day’s penultimate band, the Dreaming Spires, featuring two of the organisers, Robin and Joe Bennett in their line-up. They don’t play a startling set, with their songs in the style of a New York bar band whipping through well-known covers, with echoes of The Hold Steady and R.E.M, especially on the closing Not Every Song from The 60s Is a Classic.

The day ends with Fixers, a band who’ve evolved from a sub Cribs indie band into a seemingly unstoppable faux psychedelic juggernaut. With praise from the music press and broadsheets alike, the band are being universally hailed as one to watch this year.

Superficially, it’s easy to see why: during their 40-minute set there are moments of pure euphoria and snatches of real innovation. Their fusion of Animal Collective’s hallucinatory electronics and Beach Boys harmonic pop sometimes works really well, as on Iron Deer Dream, but some of the other songs sound a bit half baked. They put on a good show, but there’s certainly a doubt over whether they’re ready for a full on assault at the big time.

As usual, the guys from Truck put on a great event. EquiTruck was flawless, it raised a bucket load of money for a worthy cause and had a terrific atmosphere. Band wise, though, it was a very mixed bag.