To describe a band with Cast's characteristics would normally be enough to condemn them as one of those nasty little retro bands with a one-word name and flashy logo, lead by a man that surfaced only when guitar music was the flavour of the day. But nothing could be further from the truth, as portrayed by this wonderful gig.Song after song displayed that great gift John Power has of producing wide-eyed pop that sounds so comfortable yet so important. His band are able to litter their set with gems summarising the essence of what good pop should be: fresh, young and quick. The crunchy Sandstorm, the bright debut, Finetime, and the nerve-wrenching last song, History, all bristle with a vigour and a quality that most can only dream of, knocked off with complete technical mastery that bordered on bravura.It was the slower triplewhammy mid-set that showed the band's quality most. Live The Dream, which would not sound out of place on Neil Young's Harvest, Walkaway and I'm So Lonely should be painfully juvenile, but in the hands of Cast they glow with a perfect melancholy and great big lovelorn heart.