Palma Violets crashed into life at the Princess Pavilion on Wednesday night with youthful exuberance and a fistful of garage rock songs.
Opening the set in three-chord punk style, they seemed like a modern Clash in blazers and brogues, getting the crowd jumping to Best of Friends before progressing through to a more mellow sound.
As the band settled in, the slurring vocals and swirling keys on songs like Chicken Dippers were drenched in reverb, reminiscent of the Walkmen, if they had hailed from a London squat rather than a New York tenement.
At points they seemed driven forward solely by the boisterous bassist Chilli Jesson, who rarely seems to stand still, and at some points almost vibrates, while guitarist Sam Fryer seems content to remain mid stage, with a posture sometimes bordering on camp.
For all their youthful zeal, the band sticks to what they know, rackety garage rock, but the kids at the front seemed ecstatic, especially with the anthemic 14, and the music more than did justice to the half empty hall in which it was set.
They ramped the action back up before drawing to a close, leaving the crowd chanting their name, only to return with an encore including Last of the Summer Wine, which saw the mosh pit all sink to the floor before jumping up in a frenzy.
The set is relatively short: Palma Violets have only one album, but the two front men have a hint of the old Pete and Carl chemistry about them, and judging by the reception they get, their fans certainly have faith they could be indie rock’s next great hope. They certainly have the drive.