Time was you could go to a gig without bumping into some chancer who was starting up a new record label. Not anymore. Even that Jack Simpson character's getting in on the act. A good or a bad thing? Well, that depends on the quality, and as long as the obligatory compilations keep sounding as good as this Vibrations isn't going to complain. On The Bone has its weaker moments – there's a definite lull towards the end with Worriedaboutsatan, Wild Beasts and Quack Quack all donating underwhelming efforts – but by and large this is a refreshing blast of Leeds (and in some cases slightly beyond) right here right now.

We'll not go through it all – there's reviews already out there that have done that – but allow us to single out for particular praise the magnificent Samsa, who sound more brusisng with every release, and The Lodger, whose jaunty Let's Make A Pact is crying out for day time radio. Mother Vulpine's We'll Be Detectives For The Day isn't about their secret desire to spend 24 hours as the Pigeons but is an adrenaline rushed, flick knife scarred blast of cantankerous pop.

And Scaramanaga Six are wearing their hearts on their sleeve – and probably your balls too if you dare not to like them – with the snarling…I Wear My Heart On My Sleeve. To say it's savage is an understatement.There's a wishbone on the front of the record and it couldn't be more appropriate because, frankly, you couldn't wish for more. Christopher Low

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