This is one of Camden’s four-piece Tribes’ first gigs outside London and will be the first of many more.

Though the band are not being talked about as the next big things in the same way as Jessie J or the Vaccines, they are on a lot of muso’s radars already, certainly to the extent that they can pack out Oxford’s Cellar before they’ve even put a proper single out.

The broadsheets and blogs, which were full of pronouncements that guitar music was as dead as the White Stripes a few short weeks ago, clearly forget to cc Tribes in the email, as the band’s catalogue of influences reads like a compilation of the best guitar bands from the last 20 years. There’s the twangy riffs and stomping choruses of the Pixies, the poppy hooks of the crest of the Britpop wave and the slacker rock that Weezer perfected in 1994. Most noticeably, there’s a grungy undercurrent to Tribes’ material, with the reverb-drenched sonics and crunchy distortion of the Smashing Pumpkins and the bedraggled riffs of Mudhoney and early Nirvana underpinning their sound, covering every chord in a thick layer of fuzz.

During tonight’s gig their 40-minute set is solid, without ever leaping into outstanding territory. There are some nice turns, like We Were Children and Walking in the Street, which, though they both feel like they’d been written in Seattle in the early 1990s, have solid rock choruses with guitar riffs that stick in your head long after you’ve left the venue and caught the bus home. During the set, nothing wafts out of the amps that’s got massive hit written on it, or even stands out from the rest of the material, which is both good and bad. There’s a nice consistency to Tribes material: it’s broody, pleasantly fuzzy and, with the right producer and a lot of touring, it could be very good, we’ll see.