The Kills

Pasted against the back wall of the concrete bunker that is The End, sweat and hair streaming across her face as she enunciates the words to ‘I Hate The Way You Love', VV looks wasted, confused, hanging on for dear life: "I can't get full / Please could you take my shakes..." In grey V-neck, the open-mouthed Hotel blasts out the hardest, chunkiest, bastard-est riffs, challenging the audience for a response.

Tonight's crowd of indie fashionistas are clearly in awe of this late night treat of dark rock - there's a strong smattering of black fringes amongst their number. For ‘The Good Ones', VV returns to the mic stand and flicks looks at her partner through smudged black eyeliner as they sing their duet to city hedonism.

But it's the barking start to ‘Love Is A Deserter' which heralds the finest moment from the new album. It's a glorious moment of nihilism: "Get the guns out / Get the guns out". Dark riffs pour forth as VV does her cute trick where she bends backwards over Hotel's guitar. The Kills force their way through the audience and straight out into the night. Wherever the fuck they're going, it's bound to be interesting.