Whoever thought of bringing together steel-pan percussion, grooving bass, electric drums, fluttering piano and just enough acoustic guitar to keep the tune in check has stumbled upon a winning combination. Scratch that: the 'whoever' is evidently Ben Hudson (pictured), the trilby doffing troubadour who leads this classy outfit through a progressively imaginative set that successfully cross-pollinates breaks, beats, pop and rock.

From the MC interlude that drives the reggae chops of ‘Too Late’ to its roach-extinguishing conclusion, to the rousing harmonies and strident piano licks of ‘America’, Mr Hudson and his compatriots seem to be operating in a self-made arena of sound that is both disorientating and inviting. The fact that I'm particularly drawn to the tune that's highly reminiscent of Sting's 'Englishman In New York' - a song and artist your reviewer despises from the bottom of his cold, black heart - is also something of a happy revelation.

Tying everything together are Hudson’s ice-cool vocals, containing all the rhythmic haze and uncanny enticement of mid-period Bowie. Throughout their set his nonchalant inter-song quips are satisfyingly balanced by his ability to really open his mouth and roooaaaar.

As climatic closer 'Brave The Cold' streams to its finish, it’s clear that Mr Hudson & The Library’s mish-mash of instruments and pick-pocketing of styles is going to propel this band from its infancy into one of the slickest acts in town. Go see.