Jenny Lewis, Koko NW1, October 17
Long before the BRIT school made indie stars out of its all acting, all dancing recruits, one young lady was already slaving away, forging a showbiz career for herself.
A former child actor, Jenny Lewis earned respect of the college rock scene as the singer in American indie band Rilo Kiley. But it was her debut solo album, 2006's Rabbit Fur Coat, that really made her name.
Its follow up, Acid Tongue, was released last month to a mixed reception, so the pressure was on as she give it its first London airing.
Decked out in jeans, a checked shirt and a huge trilby, her new dressed down image just goes to emphasise her new, more 'serious' country sound. She gets into character with a casual swagger, a heavy Southern drawl and the occasional swig from a bottle of beer.
It may all be a bit cliched but she manages to steer clear of the usual cross over folk balladry and sounds like a raunched up, glitzy Thea Gilmore.
She flits easily between the campfire cosiness of Acid Tongue and Sing A Song For Them and the hyperactive foot stompers like Jack Killed Mom and The Next Messiah.
While Carpetbaggers misses the iconic drone of Elvis Costello, Lewis's partner and bandmate Jonathan Rice injects his own raucous take on an album highlight.
With lyrics about abuse and religion, Acid Tongue sees a more confessional, grown up Lewis, but her schizophrenic, eclectic sound suggests an artist unsure of her role. Tonight that's clearer still as she jumps from piano to guitar and show girl to serious musician. A spine tingling acoustic version of Nazareth's Love Hurts is followed by an encore of See Fernando tap into the extremes of her repertoire
A light show and drawn out instrumental finale signal the end of the show and as she makes her way off stage you half expect the jazz hands to come out.
She may be a drama school graduate, but now she's learning on the job - and loving every minute of it.