Charlie Boyer and The Voyeurs are no more.

The London four-piece is now known just as The Voyeurs - not because the main man has scarpered, but because Charlie boy has gone all democratic on us: "it's just not me and a band anymore," he insisted.

And he might have a point. While half-decent debut album Clarietta was very much his baby - with frequent nods to his beloved Television and The Velvet Underground - this set showed that the follow up Rhubarb Rhubarb‎ is less derivative and a tad more daring.

Seemingly not deterred by playing to a meagre audience of no more than 30 on the first night of their tour, it was quickly clear they had cut out some of the overpowering organ that had characterised their early offerings.

Now the piercing guitars sliced through the new tracks with unnerving precision, the bass rattled the ribcage and Boyer's vocals were far more prominent and impassioned.

Their new found knack for squalling epics might not be breaking new ground, but this swaggering performance showed they are a band transformed, with their musical chests puffed-out and exuding confidence.

That said, they are not the finished article; Boyer was not one for audience interaction and the set was beset with post-song technical fiddling and mumbling.

They might still be a work in progress, but there was plenty on display here to prove The Voyeurs are well worth a look.