New York singer-songwriter Devendra Banhart is a Hindu godling, a multiple manifestation of several Seventies hippie rock stars in one hairy, 24-yearold body.

He's a man who, one suspects, appreciates all six sides of George Harrison's post-Beatles triple album All Things Must Pass and holds Marc Bolan's hippy-dippy Tyrannosaurus Rex in similarly high regard.

Banhart's voice can be most directly compared to Bolan's, graced by a warbling falsetto, while his image adds a measure of Harrison at his most mystic to a dash of Johnny Depp and - whisper it, ladies, as he whips off his top in the swelteringly hot Concorde 2 - a pinch of Antonio Banderas.

These might sound like affectations but there's nothing aloof about Devendra's personality or his songs, which lifted his performance with their innocence, warmth and moments of lightly comic, cosmic beauty.

"Just say 'broga'," he told the packed throng, after opening his set singing in Spanish like a folky, fingerpicking version of Joaquin Cortes. "It's like yoga but with brothers and sisters."

Ably backed by his equally affable and hirsute band, harmonising to his songs like The Byrds, Devendra's rapport with his audience through his folky, occasionally Dylanesque material, simple melodies and unpretentious arrangements was the centre of a charismatic performance.

Watching him pat the air around him in time to the rhythm as though he were blessing the molecules with magical spirit, it was clear the full power of his spellbinding potential is yet to emerge.