Jack Steadman is the name of the gangly lad that leads Bombay Bicycle Club, but had I been his father he would be named Kermit Interpol Oberst. That sounds weird, but if you think about it, it's weirdly accurate. BBC shuffle between choppy rock & roll and diaphanous folk songs, but I imagine tonight's set will consist mostly of the former (because, you know, nobody wants a folk song in the middle of a party). Clever interplay between the two guitarists keeps the songs interesting. Clever interplay between the bass and the drums makes you want to move around all awkward-like (kinda like Jack Steadman). All muppet comparisons aside, Steadman does have a quavering, emotive voice that is distinct and moving, especially when he sings in his lower register. The rest of the boys are as crisp and tight-knit as you could ask of a band, and that's saying quite a bit when you consider their age (they are about as old as they look). Hailing all the way from North London with three full length records under their belt, this may be the last chance you get to see them in a small club before they become a festival circuit band, filling stadiums and dominating half-time shows.

At the Crocodile. Doors at 8 pm. Tickets are $16.