Of all the mid-Nineties Britpop success stories, The Bluetones were the least rock 'n' roll.

Seven years and nine Top 20 hits later, they seem content to carry on making simple, cheerful pop tunes about drinking, staying in bed, putting the kettle on and driving cars.

Promoting their greatest hits album, The Bluetones came to put on a show for their committed fans.

Lead singer Mark Morriss' announcement he would be singing "all the classics" was greeted with a throaty roar from the large crowd. He knows they are his people and they would go home happy.

A large part of this band's appeal is their sheer ordinariness, with Morriss a likeable focal point.

Although he dresses like a student and boasts sideburns down to his earlobes, the waifish singer doesn't take himself too seriously. He chatted to the crowd as though he were in a pub and they were his mates - and he clearly doesn't think of his songs as works of art.

He describes the recent single After Hours as "a silly little song" and it's difficult to disagree.

Uncomplicated and bouncy, After Hours is three-and-a-half minutes of harmless froth. It got a hearty reception though, as did older stand-bys such as Keep The Homefires Burning and Bluetonic.

The Bluetones have never pleased the critics though I suspect that hardly bothers them now. They found their niche a while back - the one that used to be reserved for Squeeze - and it serves them well.

But when the lads put their arms round each other's shoulders and took a bow as the crowd raised the roof, it looked like a curtain call for more than just one gig. Have The Bluetones had enough of their niche?