It isn’t the busiest Belsonic, admittedly. The front third of Custom House Square that’s generally packed solid with people at these events is a little ragged around the edges, leaving plenty of room for people to walk to the front row. Perhaps it’s the fact that of all the ten Belsonic shows this year, this is the one with the most modern line-up, the bands who have been around for the shortest time.

Oberhofer kindly spell their name for the audience, which is handy, as they seem to be the only band tonight that don’t have their name on the tickets. These shaggy-haired lads are all about Vampire Weekend indie meets jangly music box goodness. It’s unlikely the audience fell in love with them after this brief spell, but falling in like is certainly probable.

The fanfare from 2001: A Space Odyssey interspersed with [appropriately enough] whale music signals the start of Noah and the Whale’s set. Dressed like a team from a 1970s episode of University Challenge with beards, glasses, velvet jackets and arming themselves with the first violin of the night, we know to expect something a little unusual. And unusual it is; starting as a simple folk band they’re now on their third album ‘Last Night On Earth’ which houses a strong Springsteen vein. Fink’s slightly flat, despairing voice, the driving drumbeat and rousing choruses come together for that working man ’80s feel, electric guitar and violin making fine companions for each other, both blistering in their own way, the only thing lessening the effect being the clothes the band are dressed in. Rocks And Daggers brings back the sweet folk sound of the first album,minus the distinctive vocals of Laura Marling but the band’s enthusiasm makes up for this. Their biggest hit Five Years Time causes something of a mini Conga line in the crowd, an attitude that the band encourage, saying that as it’s the last night of the tour everyone should make the most of it.

It’s a whistle-stop tour for Two Door Cinema Club, a quick night headlining in Northern Ireland before dashing off to play the NME stage at Reading Festival and you can tell they’re bemused by their relatively new-found celebrity back home. They begin with one of the wryest “Hello Belfast!” greetings we’ve probably ever heard and launch straight into Cigarettes In The Theatre. It’s an odd one to call, this. We’re used to seeing them on small stages in local pubs and the sudden leap is dizzying, but they seem to be dealing with it well, with the help of an impressive light show. They only have one album to play so we brace ourselves for the inevitable onslaught of brand new material but when it comes it’s actually… quite good. Wake Up from ‘Beacon’ has more depth than anything on ‘Tourist History’ and is all at once harsher, there are rock guitars that we never expected from this innocent pop band, whereas Next Year is wistful.

Never a band with huge stage presence they maintain their positions well, Alex Trimble’s singing voice clear as a bell, fitting in with the fresh peals of the guitar, bassist Baird bringing the sex to the live show with the occasional Elvis wiggle and obligatory climb on the drumkit. Lead guitarist Halliday is never going to be cool but the level of concentration on his face and his slight awkwardness are endearing, especially when you consider the responsibility he’s under, playing a major part in making the live Do You Want It All? sound almost unbearably cosmically pretty. And that’s what they do; play pretty melodic pop which the audience eats right up, jumping and cheering every time they hear an intro they recognise. The band finish with the predictable [but not unwelcome] I Can Talk and everyone leaps to the sounds of the jumping vocals. An hour’s set then, with the groundwork in place for acceptance of the new album. An hour and a half the next time? We hope so.