Chlöe Howl, Dingwalls, London

At just 18 years of age, all freckles and lighthouse smile, Chlöe Howl already looks and feels so much the part as for it to be almost frightening. There is authenticity when she opens her mouth too. Whether it’s to tease out the nuances of the lovelorn ‘It Takes Me A Long Time’ or to profess that she’s banged a shot of Dutch courage before this evenings’s show, there is something naively, beautifully honest about Howl that you can’t help but fall in love with.

She gives the skittish, high energy performance one might expect of a teenager, gamely flipping the audience the bird during ‘No Strings’ and offering a yelping, quasi-punk take on some of the more stomping tunes in her (already impressive) arsenal. She’s capable of dialling it down into slower paced territory too, but in truth this is where the work needs to be done and you fancy it might be a little while before she feels totally comfortable inside slower, more obviously soul-baring numbers.

As she finishes with the brilliant he said / she said trauma of ‘Rumour’, we see a glimpse of her possible future – it is big, very big. Forget Lily Allen 2.0, a reboot designed for Guardian supplement front covers, this is the next vanguard of brilliant British pop right here, right now. Chlöe might not be howl at the moon stuff quite yet, but it’s only a matter of time before she has her moment in the sun.