It's hard not to feel a smidgen of sympathy for Andover's Jamie Hince. Having spent the best part of 20 years bobbing harmlessly around the outer fringes of indiepop, the 39-year-old has suddenly found himself in the most talked-about band of the moment. Alas, said talk is nothing to do with his music and all to do with his current girlfriend, Kate Moss.

Moss herself was keeping an uncharacteristically low profile. This meant the evening was about the music. Alas, rather like Moss on more than one modelling assignment, this particular emperor had few clothes.

More student performance art than pop, The Kills are a vaguely sleazy garage-punk duo aided by a smorgasbord of taped beats. Hince, all mannered, jerky pose and studied cool, played fuzzy guitar and occasionally sang, while his Florida foil, Alison Mosshart, sang and played occasional guitar.

Whereas The White Stripes have re-defined two-person rock 'n' roll, The Kills were simply murder to listen to, recalling the long-lost meandering of another momentarily fashionable but rarely listenable duo, Royal Trux. To the confusion of a crowd searching in vain for a glimpse of Moss, the bulk of The Kills' set was from their third album, Midnight Boom, which is not released until March.

Even the better moments, URA, Fever and Cheap and Cheerful (during which Hince was so bored that he had to have a sit-down), were left unintroduced and neither Hince nor Mosshart acknowledged the crowd until mumbling brief thanks at the end. And the songs were too weak to stand alone.

By the end, the photographers had drifted away, the audience were as disenchanted as the act and there was no encore asked for or offered. Sometimes being supercool just means being cold.