Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly, Emmy The Great, Ox. Eagle. Lion. Man

Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly, Emmy The Great, Ox. Eagle. Lion. Man

Private school poetry is no match for a straight-talking Duckworth. KOKO, London (February 15)

Despite their painfully hip exterior, it’s clear the second Ox. Eagle. Lion. Man. take to the stage that they’re a bunch of geeks. Like typical bright young things they play the “incredibly clever” card – a horse that apparently still has some life in it after the smug private-school set kicked it senseless. Existing in a universe full of ridiculous melodrama where The Horrors coexist peacefully with Deep Purple, it’s half ultra-cool indie, half ‘Ultimate Power Ballads’.

Approximately a million sonic miles away but next on the bill, Emmy The Great is the unexpected jewel in tonight’s crown. Her idiosyncratically English take on the Saddle Creek sound is a breath of fresh air. It’s a set free from irony and pretension and bursting with poetry and passion.

Scenes of near-hysteria greet Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly’s Sam Duckworth – somewhat surprising for someone who could make a comfortable living as a Jamie Cullum impersonator, but it’s clearly heartfelt and sincere. Backed by a band with trumpets (trumpets!), he knows how to play up to the hype, and tonight it’s squeals all round. Get your cape, Sam, you’ve pulled.

Rebecca Robinson