Spearheading the new musical genre arbitrarily dubbed “Chillwave’ by blogger Carles in his Hipster Runoff blog and defined as something you might hear “playing in the background of an old VHS cassette from the late 1980s/early 1990s”, Neon Indian, aka Alan Palomo, trades in danceable, half- remembered 1980s pop.

At times it sounds unnervingly like Daft Punk getting sexy with Wham in an elevator.

On record the low-budget, paper-thin production and doodle-like quality of tracks with names such as Should Have Taken Acid With You and Ephemeral Artery makes for rather unenthralling and at times ear-splitting listening.

But throw in a solid live drummer, guitarist and keys player and it takes on a whole new meaning.

Diving confidently into the first track with a joyous burst of noise, Palomo, enveloped like a leather-jacketed energiser-bunny in a helium balloon of New Romantic sensibility, delivered barely- intelligible, breathless musings about life in the Big Apple while garish retro images were projected on to the back wall.

This is how Chillwave is done live folks.

There was plenty of sonic wizardry and self-conscious post-modern referencing at play to spice things up. Mind Drips, for example, unfortunately appeared to sample the infinitely superior Depeche Mode’s Policy Of Truth.

Neon Indian is engaging and entertaining enough, but lacks the immediate and memorable hooks that made the original 1980s pop that inspires him so annoyingly catchy.