It’s also his first London show, and one suspects from the occasional messiness of his band, he’s not yet acclimatised to the demands of the stage.
In a realm where electro-pop demons snare every musical trajectory, Kid Wave are gloriously unfashionable
From sprawling seven-minute epics to searing eruptions of thirty-second vitriol, I’m headbanging all the way down the Northern Line.
It’s a fairly short set but they sound amazing and, bathed in alternately blue, red and purple light, it feels like we’re all embraced in a really nice hug.
They’ve found their niche and they thrive within it, but such are the quantities of irresistibly sweet pop coating on their refreshing brand of neo-grunge.
There’s not a single dud song in the set and there’s nothing premeditated about it. Leon, you’re all soul.