Stage: Leeds, NME/Radio 1
Time: Friday, 6.52pm
Dress code: Navy-blue jacket, black jeans and trademark pallid complexion for the act. Short-sleeved T-shirts for the crowd (both sexes).
In summary: This time a year ago Jamie Treays was performing alone on an acoustic guitar in clubs. Twelve months and one critically acclaimed, teen-venerated album later, he's fronting a four-piece reggae-punk band with 3,000 punters on backing vocals.
Highlight: Sheila achieved that rare feat of getting a crowd of Yorkshire folk to enthusiastically chant the word "London". But If You Got the Money topped that with a spot of mass scatting ("dip-dop-de-do-dey-day"), while revealing itself to be a stirring anthem about the iniquities of avarice. What's not to love?
Better than: The last time I saw him. The solo stuff relied a lot on his charisma; with a band he can still bond with the crowd (the female sex was well represented) while also beefing up his tunes. Not to mention hiking up the pace, too.
Worse than: The Clash, whose fusion sounds Treays sometimes recalls. He's too affable to be a proper revolutionary.
Talking point: He didn't introduce himself to the crowd until the sixth song, which was pretty cool. But he also befuddled them with his rhythms; those trying to clap along just couldn't keep pace.
Mark out of ten: 7
What they'll be up to this time next year: With such a sizeable crowd who were obviously very familiar with his music, a slot on a main stage is not out of the question.
