Ever wondered what happened to the cast of The Lost Boys? Expensive haircuts, cool shoes and feathery earrings all feature when Rogues hit the stage. Welcome to 1987, leave all preconceptions at the door.

New song ‘MerryGoRound’ hooked most of the Barfly from the off here on a cold, snowy night. Synthy opening chimes let you know Duran Duran influence more than just the Harrow lads’ fashion sense. A to-die-for chorus and excellent use of the word ‘yeah’ complete the effect nicely. If you closed your eyes you could imagine Tubbs and Crockett driving down some humid highway.

In these times of don’t-give-a-toss ignorance, Rogues, like fellow youth rockers Caimbo, show a daring level of musicianship that belies their years. ‘Not So Pretty’ and ‘Bad Blood’, both wonderfully flippant, were dispatched tightly - not since Sharleen Spiteri first graced the airwaves have I seen a battered and taped Telecaster ruled so well.

Why Rogues are still unsigned is a mystery - they even have a fantastic sticksman who sure knows the right way to use a cowbell. If there were any justice in this world, he could just silence all those nasty drummer jokes.

A final word to those who want more: like a lot of new bands these days, the sound on Rogues’ web site doesn’t do them justice. Having first seen them live and then gone online the quality factor is all the more stark. Forget MySpace and go see them live.

Paul Coletti