DJ and producer Calvin Harris set out intending to reinvent disco. Now the M&S shelf-stacker turned MySpace sensation has become the funkmeister of the new rave scene and his debut album, I Created Disco (released next week) is the perfect disposable soundtrack for anyone just discovering the joys of acid-bright leggings and glowsticks.

If you were there the first time round, Harris's bleeping brand of electro-funk will most likely provoke a wry smile. A marriage between Erotic City-era Prince, a libido-free Peaches and early 80s synth bands including Visage, it's as glossy as an episode of Dynasty and an equally guilty pleasure.

Though irony lingers over Harris's music, on stage he is a natural, enthusiastic performer. The 23-year-old from Dumfries looks like an escaped Arctic Monkey, neon-free in a black and white zip-up jacket and jeans, and despite having a cold, bounces around to Acceptable in the 80s like a hyperactive chimp.

Though he has released just two singles, Harris is already emerging as a star. His solid pop hooks have caught the eye of recent collaborator Kylie Minogue and when he playfully threatens to throw his used hankie into the crowd, teenage girls jostle each other in readiness.

His songs, from the laddish hedonism of Vegas to the churning euphoria of I Created Disco, are pure pop escapism. As disco balls spin on turntables, lights flash and dry ice spills out over a dancefloor shuddering to thumping beats, it is like being trapped in a club in Croydon in the late 1980s. The flash can't hide the trashiness, and the same can be said of Harris' music. Its effervescent high soon wears off, but this is Harris's moment and he is making the most of it.

· At Cockpit, Leeds on Monday. Box office: 0113-244 3446. Then touring.