WITH yet another astonishing booking coup, Fibbers was hotter than centre court as condensation dripped down its pillars. Proof that a place can have an atmosphere without air.

Savoretti's name slips off the tongue like a Serie A centre forward but hasn't really become a household name yet. It was clear that this wasn't a York crowd but made up of 14 to 70-year-old social media devotees from all over the UK who were the first to click Buy. Many will have followed him over his decade of overnight success.

His carefully honed songs sound like old friends with rousing tribal choruses on every corner. The gorgeous gravel of his voice is reminiscent of Stevie Ray Vaughan's guitar playing: rhythmic and soulful but always laced with dirty distortion.

Savoretti's music sounds travelled, influenced and international, as do his band from Denmark to Brazil. This show was fit for the Troubador club in the early 1970s. You could almost see James Taylor or Jackson Brown looking on in approval.

Songs like Tie Me Down and Back Where We Belong had the crowd of partisans singing as one through the sweaty haze. Stand Savoretti toe to toe with any festival darling singer songwriter and he'll not hit the canvas.

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Jack Savoretti's set list at Fibbers

He may not have the Instagram followers but he is a class above many of the in crowd. He is the finished article, disarmingly charming from the miles on his gig tacograph.

He is soon to support John Legend on his European tour but Savoretti is so much more than a support to big names. The dishes he serves up are too good for a starter menu; they are worthy and meaty enough to be main courses at any top table.

His melodies and thoughtful lyrics aren't written for festival stages but to fit perfectly in people's ears, to touch their hearts while tapping their feet as they sing along.

His name might not be on the tip of people's tongues but his gravelly, country-tinged anthems are. Next time Jack Savoretti returns to York, he'll be filling the Barbican and you should go.