Youngsters Jumping Orbit, the reincarnated Stetz and grandfathers of alt-pop-rock Oppenheimer personified the transformation of music from its humble beginnings to the dizzying heights.

Jumping Orbit, yet another Mid-Ulster band with domination lurking behind those young eyes, wrapped up their first G Session with a relative ease; a band who've found their niche and a dominant fanbase to boot.

Their songs are based on a mixture of influences and delivered suitably so with a confident little swagger that's beginning to sprout in all the right directions.

And for a band fairly fresh to this rock and roll craze, Jumping Orbit have the songs in abundance, gnashing on the near 45 minute set as if it was the appetiser.

There's more than a nod or two to the post experimental stylings of Biffy Clyro and Kings Of Leon, the former in their verging on hard playing, the latter with their big hooky choruses; and Orbit do justice to their muses and then some.

As the voice of the band, Laverty clearly relishes the crowd and between songs rids his mind of idle thoughts playfully riling up a mixed crowd and easing the band's passage through what is their biggest gig to date.

Ciaran Cassidy could well be the band's hidden gem, his confidence taking him to euphoric heights on lead guitar through whom the band's energy seems to flow thickest.

The songs are catchy and memorable. Clocks (they're not fans of Chris Martin, so no resemblence there) may well become their signature tune with a riff and chorus that most would pay for while Time Marches On is an angry little soul that puts the whole arsenal to use as it dips and rises to a sombre conclusion.

It's a wholly different jaunt with The Stetz, formerly Superfreakz, when they take to the stage - A band reinvigorated with a new name and style that you would find it hard not to immediately love.

In fact if this is what a band sounds like after a quick MOT then everyone should be doing it.

There's an urgency about getting things done and the music regularly relays this feeling. They're massively big electro rock tunes that skirt issues of love and isolation that in the Stetz's delivery become widely accessible.

Clearly The Stetz are a band with a confident past which shows in everything they do and though this may be their first live gig they've proved themselves one of the most interesting bands out there.

Le Sal's fronting is impeccable, his lyrics thought provoking and his presence dominant while ably supported on vocal duties by both Roulston and Everett on most. Phoenix meanwhile is suitably cool and struts the stage knowingly.

Alibi will be released as a single in April and is reason enough to take top billing tonight, aside from being a fantastic tune, but its Masses which steals the crown as the standout song, calling to mind images of The Killers in its style with a huge repetitive catchy chorus to tell an anti-love story.

They cover Getting Me Off, a song from Belfast band The Superfreakz, and end instrumentally with a mash up of Daft Punk by way of Belfast, by the end leaving us all asking: Is this the most exciting band in the country?

Oppenheimer look about taking the night to a whole other level and after bursting through a make-shift banner from backstage, our unlikeliest of heroes launch into Steven McAuley For President, barely stopping for breath and seemingly all the happier for it.

Rocky and Shaun decided upon Draperstown Rock City as their final Irish date before taking off for America and it's a privilege to see them pouring everything they have onto the small but massive stage, making no exceptions in a set that's as chaotically constructed as it is intricate.

The pair are clearly relishing the chance to let off some steam and frequent between song banter keeps the audience involved with a playful attitude to the fore.
All the songs we've come to know and love are there but the Oppenheimer set we know has taken many a turn – the last 30 minutes of noise often becoming just that – noise. But it's a vibrancy that suits them well.

Rocky happily behaves like a man possessed leaping from stage to audience mid song – most likely due to the copious amounts of Jager consumed.

Angie joins them towards the end and adds yet more style to the giant cauldron all the while leaving the crowd stewing in the fineness that's pouring off stage.

And it's a frentic end for a band who take no shortcuts in delivery of their power pop tunes through The Never Never, Take The Whole Mid-Range And Boost It and Saturday Looks Bad To Me.

Leaving us wanting more like only Oppenheimer do, we go home happy in the knowledge that Mid-Ulster has at least proved something strong again, that we may have just witnessed the bands that will shape our futures.