Three glowing orbs of light stalked Washington as she faced the Zoo’s couple-y crowd. She’s got a fantastic voice and her ability to create a rhythm with just her piano was impressive – definitely one to watch in the future.

Gone are the days of elocution lessons for young ladies and more’s the pity for Lisa Mitchell. That’s not to say she spat and cursed as she took the stage (not that I saw anyway), but her microphone mumblings were completely indecipherable to most of the audience. She plinked her way through her tracks without animation, with the audience chatting through the majority of the set. I know she’s young, but aren’t teenagers supposed to have a heap of energy? The addition of a band might have kept us from distraction.

A suitably relaxed start from Whitley helped ease the crowd out of its stupor and into the swing of things. He’s a cheeky little bugger, throwing in a sly dig at Alex Lloyd about being a tubby dilettante and ruining a few dreams with a later anecdote about Hunters And Collectors.

“Me and Jae [Laffer] from The Panics – yeah that’s right, he’s my friend – we were turning songs into dirty pedophile songs the other night by changing the lyrics, but we realised you don’t have to do anything at all to Hunters And Collectors – œThrow Your Arms Around Me’ – think about it, “I will come for you at night time…””. Eww. After ruining a few old favourites for us forever he threw in a few tracks from his upcoming album, which promises to be a continuation of the excellent form he began with The Submarine. An excellent cover of Bjork’s Hyperballad was a treat, as were The Life I Keep and Lost In Time. Being solo cuts out the nice flourishes found on the album, but the strength of the songs kept the audience entranced from start to finish. The new album will be well anticipated.