Playing 'Song For Hope Street, Brooklyn, N.Y.'

Last time we saw the Kittster he was flanked by a band of wondrous weirdos with big hair. This time he's on his own, pre-recorded bass and drums and his guitars. It's back to basics, which is how he recorded his best album 'The Big Romance': in his room, playing all the instruments. He looks a bit martyred at playing to a small crowd he doesn't think will know his stuff, then thaws when we cheer at the intro to 'Song for Hope Street...' "Cool. This might be better than I'd thought." Well, yes and no. The benevolent grins have disappeared and one new track appears to have stolen its rhythm from that Holly Valance song. At least he knows he's loved anyway. More love for David Kitt please