Radio Tarifa arrived at the Dome to celebrate the tenth anniversary of their epochal Rumba Argelina album, one of world music's Nineties landmarks.

The band's name refers to an imagined radio station in the southernmost Spanish town of Tarifa, a nexus between the Mediterranean and Arabic worlds, which loosely summarises the group's remit, though their reach stretches still further to embrace Jewish, Oriental and contemporary forms.

The seven men who took to the Dome's stage were the oddest of sights, the line up spanning all the ages of man and several decades' of fashion faux pas.

Their deft use of unusual instruments only accentuated this peculiar bearing.

But the music quickly rendered any visual misgivings irrelevant, at least until the arrival of Amir Haddad, whose rock guitar histrionics jarred irrevocably with the traditional backing.

He was thankfully soon confined to rhythm and acoustic duties and the band began to truly entrance.

The time-worn voice of singer Benjamin Escoriza, a man with ancient Iberian grit in his throat, held the disparate components together.

Of these, their wonderful flautist Jaime Muela's searing, soaring solos were the richest of many delights.

Seek out the new live album, Fiebre, if you missed them. Just try not to look at the band on the cover.

Review by Warren Pegg, features@theargus.co.uk