A great piece of nouveau exhibition art could be a looking glass box (oh the originality). The outside of the box could be fairly bland, no real front cover attraction, or as they say no appealing front cover to the book. Yet the bustling energy of a five piece band swimming in the moxie kinesis of live energy could draw the eye in for some curious time. This of course is a chosen connotation for the appeal and actual front the five boys from Florida possessed. It’s a shame, with such a solid performance, that the sixteen year old average aged audience seemed to be bathing in the glam of the ‘scene’, and lacking any real compassion fans usually entail. No shout for an encore is the key point in this criticism, and I have to say at every gig the crowd were receptive at, the encore was abundant. Maybe it was the fact that the materialism and lack of identity that flourishes in a Pop Idol fan was apparent for many personnel in the audience of this very gig, fuck me, how can everyone look the same? Maybe irrelevant on the basis that Poison The Well busted a full throttle performance, but an issue that will hopefully succumb to compassion rather than glam.