Some gigs are almost instantly forgettable. Others fade gradually over time. But Thursday's, at Clwb, is likely to be one I'll remember for a long while for various reasons - not least Jeffrey Lewis' quite brilliant lecture on the history of Lower East Side punk from 1950 to 1975. I went for the self-deprecating lyrics and songs about oral sex, but came away with a new-found appreciation of the Velvet Underground and some new names to check out.
Quiet Marauder were also memorable, though in a less positive sense. There's an ostensibly thin but nevertheless significant line between naturally idiosyncratic and self-consciously quirky. While Lewis remained firmly on one side of the divide, they strayed onto the other.