"SOMETIMES noisy, Indie pop". These are the only words Flowers’ use to describe their shoegazey sound on their Facebook page, but on a cool Wednesday night at York’s quirk-filled Basement venue, the London trio performed with much more emotional depth and tonal clarity than that short caption would suggest.

There is solid guitar work from Sam Ayres whose focused, understated and indiscriminately classy performance, (I watched with interest as he imbibed from a glass of red wine midset) was complemented by Jordan Hockley’s Swiss-like precision on the drums.

The star of the show, however, was the simply mesmeric Rachel Kenedy.. Her voice soared, effortlessly and crisply, above an instrumental base that is clearly tailored to allow Kenedy’s hair raising, almost choral talents to thrive.

Quick-fire but decidedly well-paced tracks, like nostalgia-inducing lead single Young, were reeled off with minimum fuss. These were interspersed with moments of stripped back, affecting ambience as Kenedy, armed with her delicate, self-aware stage presence, one stringed guitar and penetrating vocal poignancy, produced solo performances, memorably of Stuck, that hypnotically commanded the attention of everybody present.

An honourable mention for both local band Dead Bird and, particularly, Leeds rockers Colour Of Spring (hair raising in a quite different way), whose fun brand of brash, energetic rock showed an underlying dexterity that will serve them well.

However, the night firmly belonged to Flowers, and the fragile, and tangibly haunting intensity channelled through Kenedy that was particularly evocative in this intimate setting.

By Kevin Holmes-Attivor