With his boyish good looks and melodic folk songs, Whitley drew in an excited and largely female crowd to the Amplifier bar on Friday. Touring around the country promoting his second album Go Forth, Find Mammoth, Melbourne based artist Whitley has proven he’ll be sticking around the Australian music scene attracting a hoard of loyal fans along the way.

Opening the set is Goodnight Tiger, a cute and stylish Sarah Blasko-esque duo. Charming a small audience with two acoustic guitars, cool attitude and sweet lullaby harmonies. Full to the brim with charisma, these are two Perth girls well worth a look out.

Sporting a FL sticker on a guitar case, Timothy Nelson & The Infidels a local five-piece band that at first glance look like a confused social clique, come together to produce catchy country pop. But the delivery didn’t quite meet the mark. Lethargic, too-cool-for-school expressions from The Infidels gave the impressions of a one-man act. Nelson’s melodic vocals and honest lyrics led to a WAMi award winning single Sleeping Alone from their upcoming debut album.

A silhouette from a blinding white light, Whitley kicked the night off with Killer. Showcasing talent beyond his years with delicate lyrics and melting moment vocals, the audience of young girls press closer to the stage as the rest nod politely to the beat of the drum. It was clear what this night has been about. Backed with band members to create a big folk sound; a few shakes of matted hair and marching band beat got the crowd up and moving with Head First Down. Heads nodded harder and feet tapped. The energy from this anthem was simply electric.

After a few songs, Whitley requested that everyone be quiet out of curiosity to hear what silence sounds like in a busy bar. The failed attempt seemed to rub him the wrong way. A fan yelled out “I love you!” subsequently ruining the experiment, transforming Whitley into a character from a banned children’s book with remarks on the her shrill pitch. A yo mama joke blurted out shortly after and was cut down with a swift insult to the gap between their teeth. It was entertaining. No need for head in hand apologies, man.

All is forgiven with a hauntingly beautiful cover of Dancing Queen. The sentiment dampened just slightly by a drunken sing-a-long. Another solo performance, I Remember from the previous The Submarine album saw some bodies swaying gently side to side and slowly blinking eyes.

Finishing the night with the latest single Poison In Our Pockets, confetti bursts out of nowhere. Whitley gets it in the face with an empty confetti stick and continues to perform without faltering. A real trooper.