A spark in the voice. A glint in the eye. Often what makes a singer / songwriter so captivating can be the most subtle of expressions. Jamie Woon - a former Brit school student - has both. But it’s the way his soulful demure is magnified by a voice so effortlessly unique, and powerfully affecting, that gives him such entrancing sensibilities. It’s a sonic tension that clasps at your very core and makes you sit up and focus; a real conversation-stuttering sound that has every single person in this room drawn magnetically to a charm that radiates through his kinetic jazz-blues slurs.

It matters not that this is his first performance with a full band (and after just one rehearsal) yet they compliment his freefalling vocals so naturally, so incessantly. The bass plucks with a smooth, resonating pulse above cool jazz-surfed drumming that gently urges Jamie’s woozy Jamiroquai excursions, his voice curling through poignant, expressive meandering that is filled with just enough tension to have us all following his every phrase. It’s a somewhat short set but as it finishes there is a tangible feeling that illuminates the thick humid air, one of understated triumph and of a special exclusivity that a performance so inspiring could be confined to such a limited audience.

One thing’s for sure - this anonymity won’t last for long.