The danger of finding a perfectly formed band is the risk they’ll never recapture the magic of that first flush of attraction.

Flowers fit that bill, having first stumbled across them in a Derbyshire field two summers ago in haze of sunshine and cider. Sober investigation and a listen to their debut 7in – an almost holy union of Tallulah Gosh and The Jesus And Mary Chain - only confirmed that the influence of alcohol hadn’t unduly affected anyone’s hearing that July afternoon.

Even the arrival of a more stripped-back sound on their wordily titled debut album Do What You Want To, It’s What You Should Do last September couldn’t extinguish their flame.

Despite setting their own bar high, Flowers were sublime when they appeared at The Prince Albert to kick off their first headline tour.

As Sam Ayres veered from chiming chords to a glorious snarl of fuzz on his guitar and Jordan Hockley hammered out a simple but deafening beat, Rachel Kenedy’s angelic voice shone through with a sound somewhere between a choirboy and The Cocteau Twins.

Here was a trio that, for all their apparent shyness, has enough razor-sharp pop tunes to throw their hat in the ring for band of the year already.