Right now the Goldie Lookin' Chain can do no wrong. Well, apart from some ill-advised support slots with Snow Patrol and The Darkness, where they were bottled off stage by an audience that missed the subtlety in their humour. But small missiles aside, it's been a sharp upwards curve for Newport's premier mock-charva Matalan-wearing spliff-smoking comedy rap troupe.

Putting them on a bill with Super Furry Animals is an inspired choice. For a start they're on home turf, so much of the audience already knows it spa. And the endorsement from SFA has done a fair amount to boost the Newport collective's profile, not least with their downloadable Motherfokker collaboration.

Familiarity certainly breeds respect, and the dozens of Goldie Lookin' Chain mp3s that have done the rounds for the last couple of years have led to a loyal band of followers. Tonight the GLC get a rapturous reception from the faithful who aren't choosing to spend an hour in the queue for the bar.

It might be because the CIA is only two-thirds full, or because they've been performing more or less the same set since Pesda Roc last summer, but tonight Super Furry Animals take an awfully long time to get going.

Which is everyone's loss, because the Furries have for some years been a formidable live band with a Midas-touched back catalogue. Maybe it's the effect of months on the road, or too many the mid-tempo strumalongs from Phantom Power, but there's the nagging feeling that tonight they're close to going through the motions.

It's not until the resurrection of three songs from 1997's Radiator that the band truly hits its stride. While a few unexpected songs in the set - as witnessed at their Cardiff Barfly gig just a month ago - would be welcomed by all, tonight's show feels like little more than a reprise of last year's Newport outing.

But SFA claw things back with an inspired Piccolo Snare, in which the instrumental coda is adorned with space invader sounds in a wry echo of the song's anti-war lyrics, and a masterful Receptacle Of The Respectable.

The crowd seems a little bemused as Cian straps on a guitar and takes the lead vocals for Motherfokker, SFA and GLC's long-awaited collaborative ode to alien abduction and the oedipal compound noun. Although most are unfamiliar with the song, the return of Dwayne Xain and co provokes arms in the air aplenty.

And from then on it's plain sailing for SFA. They've been closing their set with The Man Don't Give A F**k for over seven years now, but the assembled throng at the CIA doesn't care. It's far from the Super Furries' best Cardiff appearance in recent times, but still a decent enough pilgrimage for the die-hard faithful.