I’m a sucker for middle of the road indie. Shocking admission though it may be.

Bred from the Gallagher-haired-styled, gazelle wearing, dyed-in-the-wool Britpop generation.

Believe me, I’ve stomached my fair share of jingly-jangly guitar pop, where the best thing on show were the coats.

Northern Uproar: Check. Shed Seven: I was down the front. Whiteout anyone? No? Just me then.

Thing is, I always knew they were rubbish. Perhaps it was the thought, with my two chord abilities, that it could be me up there.

I am still drawn to the car crash that can be ‘indie’ rock. Twice, in fact, during the last month.

First up, Brother. They’ve got the hype. Hey, they even got songs, a few certainly.

It’s a proper mash-up down the front. Grolsch-clutching hooligans enjoying a Saturday night out.

Darling Buds of May and Still Here are fine tunes. There just don’t seem to be enough on offer to pack a set.

It’s too early to judge Brother and definitely too soon to dismiss. At the moment they trot along nicely.

Miles Kane, on the other hand, is strutting around with the Weller sized credentials pinned firmly to his sleeve.

The band take care over their appearance. Sharp suited, sixties throw backs and the audience love it.

Rearrange is a great song. It’s been done many times before, but when it’s done with such enthusiasm, you can’t help but tap along.

Then there is the shout along chorus of Come Closer, which – thanks to the audience sing-a-long – is still rattling through my head.

Inspiring? Not exactly. But both bands have enough to keep you interested. Probably got nice coats though.