The Jayways @ Spice Of Live, Soho, London

"Are you listening?" asks tonight's rockabilly warm-up artiste Jesse Jones. ""I mean, are you reeeeallly listening?" He flashes the kind of smile that'd merit a crook on the Texas highway, then ploughs into the sort of tunes that would soundtrack it too.

Jones, who is actually Canadian, has an easy way with the crowd and a similar aura to Son of Dave. Later, while I'm asking him advice on how to play the guitar with my fingers, he cracks another smile and says "That's easy son - superglue the shell of a ping pong ball to your fingernails.". Now those are the words of a professional.

The main course tonight is The Jayways, who on first appearance have a similar sized tune-vocabulary and energy to The Maccabees. Singer Gerrard is tall and bendy-kneed, like a Mick Jagger for the E4 generation. The melodies meanwhile are not so much spelled out as chimed - creating a springtime vibrancy, abstract but punchy.

I keep waiting for 'the ballad' or the 'mid-tempo lull' - but it never comes: The Jayways performance is gutsy and filled with conviction, despite the audience largely being composed of tourists who've been swept off the Soho sidewalk. Combine this with a guitarist partial to the odd atmospheric stunt, and the thought occurs that these fellas are only a month or two away from being ready for the boxing ring.