Eagles Of Death Metal play their first headline show in Ireland in six years tonight and it is a masterclass in entertainment. Their last show here was in the Academy. This time they have sold out the Olympia Theatre.

The latest album, Zipper Down, has just come out and it’s a fine addition to their canon. When the lights go down the roar that greets the band shakes the jelly in your eyes. ‘Magic’ by Pilot rings out through the PA and Jesse Hughes, dressed in a red cape, covers every inch of the stage making exaggerated Hulk Hogan gestures to the crowd as they sing along.

It’s pure pantomime but he wins over the entire crowd without playing a note. He sheds his cape, dons his glasses, and takes a moment to fix his hair and smooth his handlebar moustache. The audience are eating out of his hand before he even approaches the microphone to kick off the show with ‘I Only Want You’

He oozes charisma and makes sure to include every attendee in his performance. He nearly climbs into the boxes at either side of the stage to sing to them. The man is hypnotic, possibly the best frontman I’ve ever seen. One song in and the crowd are chanting his name between songs.

He takes on the mantle of a rock 'n' roll preacher. This must be what it was like to see Freddie Mercury in his prime. They crank out all the big songs covering all four of their albums. On record the band are good but it’s onstage that the songs really come to life. EoDM play the audience masterfully and express their admiration for both the crowd and the ornate décor of the theatre.

When they return to the stage for the encore, Jesse plays a few solo covers before the band return. Then he finally does appear in one of the boxes to play a guitar duel with Darling Davey. He is flanked by two tiny women, and two large men who appear to be Mundy and Steve Wall.

One more song and they’re gone. Leaving us hoarse from the screaming, sweating, wanting more, underwear hanging from the lampshade. And they didn’t even call us a taxi.

Photograph : Debbie Sheringham

Despite storm Abigail drenching the city plenty of hardy souls made the effort to get along to Leith's Franklin Cricket Club tonight, in order to witness the live powerhouse that is Oh! Gunquit on stage.

Although slightly underlit their's was as electrifying and raucous a performance as expected. The likes of 'Bad Bad Milk', 'Sinkhole' and of course 'Lights Out' being raced through at a frenetic pace gave all present barely a chance to catch their collective breath. 

In Tina Swasey the group have a singularly engaging vocalist, happy to get in amongst the crowd, break out some Northern Soul dance moves and with the control enough to successfully hula hoop whilst playing the trumpet. Diaphram of steel!

Rawer than on debut album Eat Yuppies And Dance their party sound gave the crowd exactly what they wanted with its solid, rumbling rythym section, the provocative sax playing and Simon Wild's guitar lines tying it all together behind Tina's commanding frontage. Two encores followed the main set, including a race through 'Wooly Bully' that properly set the seal on another top notch headline act at the Franklin Rock 'N' Roll Club.

Not that tonight's support act was in any way inferior. Looking far fresher than you'd expect after two months of touring Sao Paolo's The Black Needles delivered up a stomping, raw set of stripped down garage. Slower, "romantic" numbers were annonced once or twice but never quite seemed to take on the form that description implies as the Brazilian trio rattled through a dozen or so songs including a well chosen cover of the Q65's 'I Got Nightmares'.

Singer Jonas Morbach regularly finished off songs by lending a hand on the drums, whacking away at a cymbal with his guitar head, an act emblematic of the exuberance of the band's overall performance and indicative of how caught up in the live situation they manage to get. Absorbing stuff from a thoroughly personable group.

Another successful show at the Franklin (and what other bar sports its own cricket jumper?) with The Bonnevilles being the next headliners there on November 28.

Cheers to Tina, Simon & Jonas for taking the time to have a blether on the night and to the Franklin Rock 'N' Roll Club team for yet again coming up with the goods.

Ironically (or perhaps hearteningly) at a gig to raise funds for the Women’s Equality party at Islington Assembly Hall, it’s not really ladies’ night. Gang of Four are playing, and as a result it’s a bit of a sausage fest in the audience, a fact that WE co-founder Catherine Mayer has noticed. “You will have spotted,” she says in her interim ‘public service announcement’ between bands “that Gang of Four have an all male line up…” Yes Catherine, we spotted when we arrived. They are all men. The audience is all men. The men are all wearing caps and not dancing.

Thank god for gender-imbalance redressing, Sleater-Kinney supporting, all-round badasses, PINS, who don’t really give a crap. Faith Holgate’s voice pierces, flashes and shines its way through a barn-storming eight song set, while drummer Sophie Galpin kicks the shit out of her drums like they’ve just called her ‘darling’ in a pub. Each member of the band bounces off each other in a feedback loop of growling riffs and drums - in fact not a million miles away Go4 themselves. “This is for the ladies,” Holgate announces before ‘Girls Like Us’. The women in the audience put their hands in the air.

Between the two headliners Mayer takes to the stage to talk about the WE, a political party seeking to address the breathtaking inequality of the profoundly sexist British society we live in. Despite the year being 2015 - nearly a century after women received the honour of, er - ACTUALLY BEING ABLE TO VOTE - the music industry in particular is still dominated by men, because it’s endemic and ingrained. Regrettably, Mayer has to point out “Canada’s prime minister has recently appointed a cabinet comprising more than half women. Why?” she asks, “BECAUSE IT’S 2015.” It seems obvious when she says it.

After Mayer we come to the slightly bizarre choice of WE night headliner, Gang of Four, fronted by Mayer’s husband - professional Stratocaster-torturer, Andy Gill. From the start to the end Gill stands, foot up on amp like a Roman emperor delivering a judgement, tearing into his guitar and delivering some of the most blistering, urgent riffs anyone has ever wrung from the instrument. It’s invigorating to watch.

Much has been made of the substitution of skittering jitterbug, Jon King (who left in 2012) for the big-eyed NME front cover-fodder that is ex-Gaoler’s Daughter, John Sterry. As Gill has pointed out though, Gang of Four has always been a postpunk Sugababes, a revolving door of members rivalled only by The Fall for length of roster. On top of which Sterry is on top form - from the first ‘A WA WA WA OWW’ of ‘To Hell with Poverty’ to the chorus of ‘At Home He Feels Like A Tourist’, he inhabits the role. In fact it’s so good that the men-wearing-caps-and-not-clapping relinquish their previous role to start up a fight pit. This means they approve.

From the tight 3/3 of ‘Damaged Goods’ to the shredding at the beginning of ‘Love Like Anthrax’, Gang Of Four really know how to tear a place up. And bonus - tonight it’s for the ladies. As the opening riff of ‘Damaged Goods’ starts, a woman in the audience starts dancing by herself with her eyes closed. It’s a good night.

Haling from Madagascar White Miles are a phenomenally loud, sleazy rock band of the highest order. As they take to the stage tonight their insanely loud blues-rock is immediately overpowering, yet as they settle the exceptional riffs take hold of this packed audience. As they win over a whole army of new fans with their on stage antics, with drummer Lofi given just a small corner of the stage.

The energetic Medina is given the run of the stage, and she certainly puts this freedom to good use. With their frenetic tracks being the perfect excuse for her to throw herself all over, goading the crowd as her powerful riffs emanate throughout the room. With tracks like the incendiary ‘Fake Smile’ lighting up the room tonight, despite all of the energetic shredding from Medina.

We quickly become transfixed by Lofi, just because he’s in the corner doesn’t mean he’s not going to show us what he’s got. His mesmerising drumming is astounding, as he powers through these intricate and fast tracks it becomes a true sight to behold.

Yet both members truly come into their own when they lay into ‘Crazy Horse’, it’s the epitome of sleazy rock n roll. Delivered with heaps of passion and filled with swagger, we’re left picking our jaws up off the floor after this incredible performance. Such would be true if a full band of four or five people were making this much noise, yet what’s even more impressive is there are just two of them.

Having exited the stage they make way for Eagles of Death Metal, who put on one hell of a show but we’re still reeling from how impressive White Miles truly are. Tonight they truly took us by surprise with a full on all out aural assault, packed with soaring volume, awesome riffs and pounding drums.