THEY could walk into any bar uninterrupted. They’re not famous. Not been on a talent show but they've played five feet away from Stevie Wonder, Jamiroquai, Tina Turner and Amy Winehouse.

Steve Jones, sax maestro and heartbeat of the band, has decided to take on the music business using social media, creativity and sweat.

Last Friday's set was peppered with thanks to Stevie, Marvin, The Meters and Funkadelic. Every one of this band are prizewinners; musical Harlem globetrotters; experts in rhythm.

Powerhouse leviathan Frankie T illustrated why he is the reason that drum machines can't get gigs anymore. Strut's funky instrumentals highlight the joy they have playing together but it's the vocal numbers where all the ingredients combine to reach new heights.

Sam Tanner,who thankfully avoided the obvious choice of becoming a Mexican guitarist tribute act, has an infinite range that somehow avoids Mariah Carey vulgarity with his honest, passionate delivery, singing every note as if it could be his last.

Paul Turner's infectious bassline on San Francisco swept up the dancefloor and threw them around powerless to stand still. Love And Only stood out as the anthem of the night filled with sunshine in every beat.

One slot on Jools Holland or one radio play could make this the next Uptown Funk or Get Lucky, such is the uplifting earworm that would pass any Old Grey Whistle test.

Vinyl Is My Bible added more key changes than a whole Eurovision song Contest, amusing the knowledgeable crowd of music lovers.

After a reggae encore of Thinking Out Loud and a Latin hurricane of De Donde Eres, everyone left Fibbers having done a 90-minute workout.

Brother Strut could turn music into a precise science but instead they are living proof that feel is the real deal. York’s welcome mat will always be laid out for quality like Brother Strut.