He's right. They were called The Zutons and while they started off a bit rock and roll for my taste, the music was soon crawling off in every which direction; america-fetishist alt-country (especially amusing when the lead singer started speaking and his accent crawled back home to London), complex rhythm games (the drummer also had a good hat) and some big, big old riffs. When all the local 15-year-olds started head-banging to the saxophone solo, that was a really magical moment. They finished up with a massive wall'o'sound piece well calculated to please an Oxford audience (though they probably didn't know that). Also; melodian and sax, who knew they'd sound so good together? Ran into an old colleague I hadn't known especially well at the bar; apparently he's had two children since he last saw me. Esprit de l'escalier strikes -- "Well, congratulations on your fertility." I'll probably buy the CD.
Also: I want intelligent windows.