You can tell that Inara George comes from rock royalty - just look at her forename. Along with the Moon Units, Peaches and Astrellas of this world, Inara has been given a head start in quirky cool thanks to her father, the late Little Feat singer Lowell George. Though George Sr died when Inara was just five, her life is still steeped in classic rock folklore - she was bought up in the artistic wilds of Laurel Canyon just outside of Los Angeles, and Jackson Browne is her godfather.

Tonight, George's music may not sound particularly similar to the cocaine-doused ramblin' rock of her formative years, but there's a certain louche confidence to her that can only be the product of a fairly relaxed upbringing. She announces to the crowd that she will tell a dirty joke at the end of her set so they'll have reason to stay (though nobody looks as if they're about to leave), and brazenly tells them how sexy they all are.

Wide-eyed and sporting a Cheshire cat grin whenever she isn't singing - no matter how mournful the tune - she's a cheerleading all-American girl despite her alternative-leaning singer-songwriter bent.

The winsome floozy pop of Mistress, from debut album All Rise, provides the perfect foil to George's gliding voice, which brings to mind a young Joni Mitchell. Genius is exactly that: a two-minute pop diamond that mixes 1960s British invasion with sunny mid-90s indie. George is something special.