As Tarantuela take to the stage, what strikes you immediately is how tight they are as a band. The five lads from Peterborough weave in and out of the spotlight seamlessly, as melodic verses burst into raucous bar-room choruses. Wailing guitars, three-part harmonies, electric organ, and a bruising back-beat pour forth from the stage, stopping and starting with head-turning precision, as they pull you over the precipice and onto the dance floor.