Cassetteboy and DJ Rubbish's mixtapes are legendary, but their live show is full-on comedy theatre. The audio on continuous playback is mimed by a cast of costumes including Geogre Bush and Tony Blair (acting out erotic Harry Potter fanfic, for one), a santa claused Michael Jackson, and a host of tacksuits. Absolute genius, and my face hurt from grinning. In comparison, four men up on stage doing nothing more than playing and low-level humming was never going to be exciting. And it wasn't. Then there was Gescom, who seemed to be more of a loose DJ collective than any one man, but by this point, I was exhausted after 5 nights in a row of musical stimulation, and left to, well, get some sleep.