Sleazy, sexy-saxy and saturated post-prog is the order of the day; Call Me Dragon by These Monsters is a beefed-up latter-day Court of the Crimson King. SRSLY.

Silly name, crazy music – math-metal maniacs Dr. Slaggleberry pack more quick-change ideas into The Slagg Factory than most bands come up with in a lifetime.

It wouldn’t be a Future Of The Left show without the equipment failures… but the Mclusky covers are unusual. Is this a new phase, or the beginning of the end?

Ceremony take it right back to the dawn of hardcore on Rohnert Park… and then spice up the shouty stuff with a liberal application of the very very odd.

Alert the historians: this is the day a band defied my ability to string genre definitions together coherently. Ladies and gents, 342 by Pin Up Went Down…

Many musicians flirt with psychedelia, but Bristol burn-outs The Transpersonals are broadcasting live from the centre of the overmind. Hey Yeah Come On, people.

Ocean Bottom Nightmare are three skinny lads from Nottingham; “What Would Judas Do?” is three-and-a-bit minutes of deconstructo-core weirdness, and more-ish.

It may be cold and dark outside, but it’s all hazy summer sun and smokerings in the psychedelic pop-gaze of Scots three-piece North Atlantic Oscillation.

I think I’m pretty safe in saying that, unless Rugrats is your favourite piece of daily television, Zwounds! and their single “Predator 3″ are not meant for you.

For this week at least, Albany NY’s Aficionado are the best band you’ve never heard of. The Myth Of Real Life, told in… vaudeville post-hardcore prog? SRSLY.