I never really listened to Born Ruffians much past that catchy "ah, ohh a-oh" song that seemed to be everywhere, even a Skins episode. Well, they put on a fun enough show at the Phoenix. In fact, it was very fun. Despite flagging with a bit of a lame album, their catchy two-step song skills made a really great night out of an otherwise forgettable band. Thanks for the mam'ries guys. Unfortunately their musical prowess wasn't enough to prevent the sag that was my girlfriend's wallet getting stolen at the show. It was eventually found, but it's the sort of thing that really impedes the whole "positive concert experience" deal.