To sell out two nights in a row at Shepherd's Bush Empire little more than six months after releasing a debut LP is an impressive enough feat. Throw into the mix a Southbank Award for Best Pop, won just one day before tonight’s show, and it’s easy to understand why Jessie Ware is clearly giddy with excitement and gratitude for the duration of tonight’s performance.

Whether or not tonight’s set is part of a concentrated attempt by Susanne Sundfør to ‘crack’ the UK is unclear, but with the instant accessibility of songs like ‘White Foxes’ synthesising with her established eccentricities throughout excellent new album The Silicone Veil, it’s not a huge leap to say she has been successful in her mission.

It’s only a year since Al Spx released her startlingly well-formed and engrossing debut LP I Predict A Graceful Expulsion, but the young artist is already starting to show signs of restlessness about showcasing the old material. This generally manifests itself positively, especially through the promisingly enrapturing smattering of new material offered up tonight. Of course, there is undoubtedly something a little deflating about hearing her admit how sick she is of singing minor-detonation show stoppers like ‘Winter Solstice’. But the discomfort largely translates as a creative eagerness to move onto the next chapter of a career which has started on an arrestingly good first step. Certainly, tonight’s set sounds like the cream of a lesser artist’s whole discography, not a selection of songs from a debut along with a few new ones, too.

It’s been a long time, a semi break-up, a reformation and various side project releases since the last Filaments’ album What’s Next? showcased the musical innovation and talent that lurked within the South East punk scene. As such, a release party for the long awaited new album, including some of the finest punk and ska punk bands the UK has to offer, saw Camden station swarming with punks clutching cans of cider and falafel wraps from nearby takeaways. It didn’t take long for the local boys in blue to completely give up on attempting to enforce the rules of a no drinking zone - better luck next time lads. Arriving at a gig soon after doors open can often end up in the awkward position of being part of a crowd of three or so people watching the opening band and feeling sorry for them.