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Razorlight were recently revealed as the main support at The Who's huge July concert in Hyde Park. Here, at Daltrey's annual week of shows in aid of the Teenage Cancer Trust, they were the only band the famed frontman joined onstage.

During the encore Daltrey emerged to bark his way through the Eddie Cochran classic Summertime Blues, while Razorlight singer Johnny Borrell, ordinarily in possession of an ego worth 10 Napoleons, played guitar obediently.

Borrell, who was talking himself up as the new Dylan, Dickens and probably Plato when he had done nothing but learn how to look sultry in a photograph, now really does have something worth shouting about.

This was the first chance to hear songs from his band's second album, due in the summer, and all signs pointed to it bedding down in the top 10 until Christmas.

The quartet unveiled seven new songs, most of which were definite anthems in waiting, toweringly confident and a major progression from the scuzzy punk of their 2004 debut, Up All Night.

In The Morning, probably the comeback single, was a cocksure stomp with an instantly classic hookline. Back To The Start had bold, stop-start guitars and a touch of reggae about it.

There was more going on than just a great verse and greater chorus, the simple but effective ingredients of older songs such as Rip It Up and Don't Go Back To Dalston.

Can't Stop This Feeling began with an intricate, shimmering guitar effect and became something else entirely before its close. America, perhaps detailing the band's troubled US tour of early 2005, movingly expressed a disillusionment with the allure of the country.

They also played the two songs that have already been released since their debut, Somewhere Else and Kirby's House, for which four gospel backing singers added an extra richness.

The all-seater, intimidatingly plush Albert Hall was an odd venue for such a rowdy rock show, although the idea of living it up in serious surroundings was a decent metaphor for TCT, whose Playstation-packed special units make hospital life bearable for the young cancer sufferers who filled a row this evening.

Borrell did his best to add some danger, clambering over the balconies during In The City, unstoppably starry in white jeans.

He has always had the self-belief. Now it can be justified, and this looks very much like his year.

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