What with Scots inhabiting Numbers 10 and 11 Downing Street, it’s a bit much to find them taking over British jazz as well. But the chilliest corners of Britain have always produced hot players, and Ryan Quigley is the latest example.

Assisted by the admirable Brazilian bassist Mario Caribe and two Sassenachs, drummer Clark Tracey and tenorist Paul Booth, the Glaswegian trumpeter played no-nonsense hard-bop last night with the Hibernian talents of pianist Brian Kellock and “the annoyingly young” altoist Adam Jackson shining just as brightly.

In addition to crackling, brass-proud solos which owed more to early Freddie Hubbard than the oblique Miles Davis, Quigley wrote all the music. Slick, complex lines such as Duck Egg Blue and Buzzy B had the air of Art Blakey’s later Jazz Messengers.

He also displayed a nicely sardonic Scottish sense of humour. “Here’s a ballad I wrote called Lost Love,” he murmured. “If you hear something you can relate to, then, um, there you go.”

The Scottish mini-invasion continues at Soho’s Pizza Express Club with different groups from Thursday to Saturday. Clearly, it’s time to rebuild Hadrian’s Wall.