If you're going to name your band after a movie, it's probably best not to go for one with such a duff title as Little Man Tate.

Although they claim the moniker was plucked spontaneously from the TV listings, I suspect one of these boys holds a candle for Jodie Foster, even if it's apparent these days that she's never going to get it on with any of them (or any chap, for that matter).

LMT are from Sheffield and occasionally sound like the much-vaunted Arctic Monkeys, the indie outfit of choice for any aspiring politician. However, their feel-good riffery is less pretentious, veering into - dare I say it - Lightning Seeds-style wry anecdotalism as well as clunking Franz Ferdinandesque chord structures.

Lyrically twee (This Must Be Love actually contains the lines: "You were the best, you let me touch your chest"), they seem in Oxford, at least, to have a more varied fanbase than I'd expected: the Carling crowd ranged in age from youngish teens to folk who looked to be at least 40.

The Zodiac setlist included The Boy in the Anorak, Back of the Pub Quiz and the oh-so-ironic opener, Man I Hate Your Band. Few of the ditties were memorable, but the gig had an energy to it that was more refreshing than the beer being sloshed around in the audience's plastic pint pots - which may have explained why some of the drink containers could be seen arcing through the air towards the stage along with a small inflatable cow.

There was even a brief stint of crowd surfing by frontman Jon Windle, and the pogoing crowd were in chirpy mood throughout, no more so than when the Tatemen finally got round to strumming their fifth single Sexy in Latin.

Generic? Certainly. Superficial? Yeah. But no more so than many skinny-jeans bands who are more trendy.