Kings of Leon's American southern-fried rock seems perfectly suited to a Stateside audience, yet they can't so much as buy a hit in their homeland. It is an entirely different story on these shores - their third album Because Of The Times is currently sitting pretty at the top of the UK charts. Much like the Strokes before them, they have touched upon something in the psyche of our music lovers, and it was with no less than complete and utter devotion that they were received last night in west London.

Old favourites such as Molly's Chambers and Four Kicks showcased the Kings' rocking side, but the Followill brothers (and cousin) haven't lost their knack with a heavy riff.

New songs, Pixies-aping Charmer and My Party, sung through two mics, added a real depth that some of the previous material lacked.

And KoL are rarely found wanting in the tunes department. Rarely, for a modern band, they have managed three excellent albums on the bounce, and they drew upon this with a setlist spanning their entire career so far.

No matter how far this band progress musically, they will forever be anchored by Caleb Followill's distinctive parched vocals. Even when the guitars reached for the sky, his southern cadences remained rooted in the Tennessee mud, and it worked magnificently. He allowed himself the odd jig, those spindly legs clad in jeans so tight he is probably still trying to remove them now, but there were no theatricals.

No complaints however; the sheer quality of the tunes on display was enough. And there's more on the way - the next album is nearly written. Add this to last night's rip-roaring evidence, and Kings of Leon are in danger of becoming unstoppable.