Strolling on stage looking pleased with himself, he brought only an acoustic guitar, looking right at home – wearing his cap and dressed ‘head to toe in uniclo’. He looked like any normal young guy walking down the street, but when he opened his mouth, he was surprisingly engaging. A cheeky chappie from south Lahndan, he didn’t need any ‘you’re the best crowd ever’ banter, and instead charmed his audience with his lyrics; funny, curious and real. Spinning tales of the streets, people he has met and what he finds going on, he is a much-needed call-out to Britain’s youth – no soppy songs, crazy statements or tales of woe – just what he thinks and what he finds in everyday life. All about Britain’s youth, yet he appealed to much more. Not messy but, well-honed, passionate, innocent - even poetic – you couldn’t help but be drawn in. Biggest crowd pleaser of the night by far was Sheila – with crowd surfers scrambling onto the stage then swiftly being sent on their way by burly bouncers! He mixed tracks up perfectly making the night seem to fly by, treating us to bits of ska and reggae, a big dash of punk, a sprinkle of rock – occasionally even reminding me of Madness back in their heyday. I haven’t seen a crowd like it in ages – amazingly happy and raring to go – I felt like I was at a festival – that feeling when it’s the Saturday night and the big name headliners are on with a big bunch of mates. Highlight of the night for me a cover of New England, Jamie T style. Don’t believe the hype and go see Jamie because everyone else is. Go and watch him because he is different. He is a great pleasant surprise, and his lyrics aren’t disheartening or miserable – in a world of James Blunts, he is a welcome bloke who just chatters on about real life. | 
