The opening act at this Levi's OnesToWatch show, La Shark, had a lead singer sporting a shirt you might see on a matador or Little Lord Fauntleroy, while elsewhere in the band there was a bassist who looked like one of the Meat Puppets. The two guitarists, meanwhile, are rather dapper tweedy sorts.

The clash of appearances is in keeping with their music - oh yes - with each song seeming to contain a number of "movements". Sounds a bit like prog, or pooing, dunnit? Fortunately the band also has a liking for the theatrical, and as the set went on fears of pretension were harpooned as they looked like they were having a jolly fun time. That is not a crime, you know.

At the time of writing there's only one song on La Shark's MySpace - "Bones", which was a highlight at this show, with whatshisface Fauntleroy grooving away and the dapper chaps singing so bloody hard ACTUAL SPIT CAME OUT. That's the stuff.

I'd place La Shark as kind of like what might happen if The Mystery Jets decided to start covering The Decemberists, which is a pretty good thing in my book but obviously won't be everyone's choice of beverage.

Anyway, with La Shark done it was time for the ol' switcheroo, with members of La Shark acting as the backing band for Josh Weller (right, click image to enlarge) who, it immediately became clear, has the best hair in modern music.

Honest - his barnet is a tombstone made of hair. On his head. And when he jumps around with his guitar - which he does quite a bit - it sways about in time with his movements, a bit like one of those sound-activated jerking flower things everyone marvelled at before the internet was real. That's quite a feat, and I dare say a lot of people would be intrigued to know just what products Josh uses to achieve this effect. It's probably not Brylcreem.

His songs tend to vary from softly-sung, withering acoustic numbers to rambunctuous waltzes. It's probably fair to suppose Josh has had a few less-than-satisfactory dealings with women in his life, judging by his lyrics. "Pretty Ladies" sees him relishing the prospect of the titular females ageing, because "they'll be ugly when they're 40 and they've lost all their good looks". Another tune has him worrying about the consequences of cheating on his girlfriend.

While his lyrics are intended to be blackly humorous, they tread a tricky line when lines about women "dressed up like sluts" come about. In a live setting jumping around like Zebedee and having big hair like Dylan the Rabbit's ears will obscure such matters, but t'will be a different matter "on record".

Derek Meins (left with Josh Weller, click image to enlarge) was the main event, and he looked a lot different to the Wayne Coyne-alike I'd been expecting. Had a haircut and a shave, innee.

Now, at the end of a night when booze has been taken, and everyone's feeling all buzzy, Dezza is quite the spectacle. A Scots lad, he follows songs with poems, which might sound awfully dry and sixth form-y to you, but nay. This is boozy, humorous Scottish poetry. I'm always going to have a soft spot for such things thanks to my Scottish Grandpa, see. Other folk might find such interludes a little bit indulgent, but judging by the reaction at this gig drunk people love it.

And, like the previous two acts, the songs were performed with actual "gusto", as well. Each number provoked a better response from the crowd, and by the time recent single "Oh You Pretty Woman" came along the flippin' roof almost came off.

You can't help coming back to the poems, though, because they are very entertaining. Lines like "If the ocean was made of gin, maybe I would learn how to swim" are delivered with a power and charisma that can't help but hold the crowd's attention. Likewise the tale of "Richard" - "Richard is going through phases, it amazes us how much he changes".

It's pretty difficult to get across the command Derek Meins has on a crowd - checking out some videos of him online will give you an idea, but he really needs to be experienced live. You won't be bored, that's for sure.