There is a sense of intrigue in the air at this intimate suburban venue as cult indie rock outfit The Sunshine Underground take to the stage to perform an acoustic set featuring a delightful fusion of old and new material. The crowd a mix of indie cindie darlings and middle aged well-proportioned gentleman sway in unison as the band strum their way through their set.

“What do we do now?” asks front man Craig Wellington in his thick Leeds accent as his guitar hisses away before a bewildered looking soundman scurries on stage to resolve the problem. Craig looks around surveying the audience before asking “Do you know any jokes?” the London crowd look away nervously, yet when the band start playing again they shuffle forward tapping their feet with approval.

The new material sounds a constant to what The Sunshine Underground are so good at. They are one of the last remaining warriors of an indie guitar music scene that was so prominent in the mid noughties. They are one of a few bands who have continued to churn out top quality tunes that could fill any dance floor, they are the band that could get your dad dancing. Even if somewhat appallingly.

The band ever the pros end on a high note and have the audience singing along with their smash hit “Borders” and people from every border of the room come into the centre of the room for one final knees up before the band depart.