at Ronnie Scott's is the gig of the weekend, despite the fact they're new to just about everyone in the room. Stripped down to an acoustic band for the evening, there are no discernible signs of discomfort, given their demo is so obviously electric. For what it's worth, they excel in that old-fashioned area of musical competance (which fortunately counts for so little these days). But they also have top-notch tunes and intriguing stage presence. Now that's what I call old-fashioned. Few song titles in evidence tonight, but "Fa Fa Fa Faa" is one of many two-minute gems, and the moody "Wild Man" - a few whispery verses rubbing shoulders with a floating chord sequence - is possibly the highlight of the evening.

They're a songwriter's band, not because they're playing acoustic guitars or the drummer's using brushes, but because their material is built around a taught frame and the band never lose sight of that, even when they off into improvisation. Between songs they share jokes at at each other's expense, strike up conversations with punters at the back and write the set list as they go along. Confidence is never going to be a problem with this lot - and as if to underline the fact, they slip into "Whole Lotta Love" which is, I have to confess, absolutely sublime. As I glance around me, it's clear have seduced the whole room. If they'd had a gig the next night I'd have gone to that too.

Liz Green, Making Music