Blimey Messrs Antihero. The big stage suits you, sirs. Up there above our heads, with Jack on a drum riser, frontman Pete’s long legs leaping up to play to him and a set deliberately tuned to show the band to club-nite advantage, they looked and sounded like they owned the stage.

Despite being Stratford lads, the Feet First night gives Antihero something of a home-coming advantage. The crowd might not know them, but they know the crowd. They’ve let off steam here after many a London gig and they know they breathe the same combination of rock and hip-hop beats as the punters.

So we get a set with a real meat filling. The weaker songs are simply not there: no 'Amsterdam', no 'Philosophy', no 'Rolling Stones T-Shirt'. Instead, the set is front-loaded with three punchy as you like dance-influenced tunes. First up, 'Don’t Trust the DJ', is both hugely catchy and pitched just below the waist, with its fat-back-beat backing track and singalong lyrics. Perfect combination, perfectly executed. Should be on a major label. In the charts. No messing.

Then the rockier old favourite 'Limb from Limb', and off into Aaliyah cover 'Try Again'. This one’s been missing from the set recently, but it’s back again to a yelp of recognition from a gaggle of RnB girls at the front, who are equally pleased with the nu-groove of 'UK Garage Girl'.

The subtlety with which Antihero incorporate RnB and hip-hop influences into their rock is really something. They say it’s not planned. They insist it’s not about new musical direction, but for me the new songs that work best are the ones that belie the visible-jockey-shorts, jeans-crotch-round-the-knees influence of dance.

'You Got Nothing', its sexy bass line sliced sideways by the cross rhythm of Pete Hurley’s vocals, acts as something of a bridge to the straighter pop-rock sounds of the final portion of the set. It’s a fun song: if you know it well enough you can keep the bass rhythm tight on a belly-to-chest line all the way through the verse and break, using it to power your way to the ceiling when the teenage refusenik chorus bursts out:

If the band were ever worried - and they didn't look it -by this point they must know it’s not necessary. Rockout forthcoming single 'Stravinsky Gave Me Nightmares' is greeted with a mini mosh, which intensifies during the bloody annoying but surprisingly popular MTV. Then come the familiar strains of 'Disconnect', which contains the sexiest vocals of the set and closes the show with the triumphalist time-doubling to feedback close.

Fans, newcomers and band all going home happy. Nice job, lads. Pretend every crowd has jumped straight from Feet First and you’re onto a winner.