Ghosts are living proof of the old adage about the tortoise and the hare. The bandmates' long and bewilderingly dubious past includes soft rock, Britpop covers and a band called (gulp) Prodigal Sun who were once booed offstage. After trying their hand at icy electronica as Polanski, they somehow managed to attract 100 A&R scouts to one of their gigs without winning a record deal. Finally, Simon Pettigrew picked up a guitar and, for the first time in his life, started singing. And everything took off.

Now Ghosts find themselves signed to Atlantic, Led Zeppelin's old label. A Pettigrew anecdote illustrates the speed of their rise. "We played here in December to four people," he says. "And they were in the support band." Now, a coterie of cheering girls greets Ghosts' perfect pop confections, somewhere between Fleetwood Mac, the Delays and innocent lost 1980s bands such as the Lotus Eaters and Pale Fountains. Pettigrew is a natural, purring vocalist, smiling through ridiculously uplifting songs.

Stay The Night is unashamedly saucy: "Take a taxi back to mine, I'm sure we'll find a way to pass the time." The World Is Outside, a melodic colossus about a universe on your doorstep, will surely take the band to commercial heights. But for now, Ghosts are savouring every minute of their sudden supernova. "We've even got a soundman now, called Cliff," beams Pettigrew - and everybody cheers for Cliff.

· At Westport Bar, Dundee (01382 200993) tonight, and touring.