"You've had to put up for a few years with bands with no tunes and no style. We've got shitloads of both," states Richard Archer, frontman and agent provocateur of Contempo. Forget for a moment that he's right - with his indie boy good looks and frontman arrogance, you want to hate him and his cohorts. But from the moment they hit the stage, defiance is not just impossible, it's stupid.

Hailing from Staines, Contempo are suburban boys with chips on their shoulders and Paul Weller posters on their walls. As they crash into On the Floor, the desperation of wanting something more spills over the crashing keyboards and defiance fills the air. A natural star in a Soul Boy T-shirt, Richard Archer clutches at his microphone for dear life, ripping into each song, by turns flirtatious and combative, his voice rising and falling as he lives his pop dream and tells tales of the life he's trying to escape.

The enthusiasm of the band is catching, their songs full of choruses that bounce their way into your brain. It's cheeky without being cloying. Contempo love their record collections but, like the cool kid rather than the sad case in school, they're not about to restrict themselves to it. New single It's Kickin Off is as much punk rock as it is Spencer Davis. The Motown harmonies are there, but so is the early 80s synth sound and the odd little bleeps that came after Phil Spector and Stax. Richard Archer turns his back to the audience, one arm aloft holding his mic. He doesn't have to see the nodding heads and dancing feet before him - he knows Contempo are good.

***** Unmissable **** Recommended *** Enjoyable ** Mediocre * Terrible