Jamie T @ King Tut's, 28 Feb

When King Hats (****) frontman Alan Power takes to the stage mewling through a megaphone, it's hard not to fear the worst. However, appearances aside (NB: pink gingham is not man’s best friend), King Hats turn out to be a very interesting prospect, their high-voltage jerky indie-pop mingling with raw Reuben-esque rock, and worth the entry price alone for the line “I was a riot, I was Dumyat”.

However, this night belongs to Jamie T (*****). Greeted with a hero’s welcome, fears that 2007’s superlative debut album Panic Prevention was a fluke are wiped out by excellent new songs Sticks And Stones and 368 (the latter prompting an instant sing-a-long), while album tracks like So Lonely Was The Ballad are transformed into hyperactive punk thrashers. Jamie himself is a curiously adorable blur of pure adrenaline with seemingly endless lung capacity, leaping around the stage and jumping into the crowd without missing a syllable, even revealing a previously unseen tender side on the fragile Jenny Eileen.

As life-affirming gigs go, this is near faultless, and the encore - Shelia and thrash metal-ish current single Fire Fire - provide the most thrilling five minutes of live music you could ask for. Underestimate Jamie T at your peril: if this form continues, no one can touch him.