You guys probably only want to hear the old ones, right?” Kill It Kid singer Chris Turpin exclaims, two songs into the band’s set. He weirdly says this three or four times more, in the same manner you’d imagine Mick Jagger would if the Stones played all their new album and a stadium was screaming for Satisfaction. But we are in a pub where people have come out of curiosity.

This isn’t the only thing about the Bath band that doesn’t sit quite right. They’re fresh faced and in cleanly ironed clothes, but sonically, they channel the spirit of Robert Johnson and Janis Joplin, fashioning their own version of fire and brimstone blues, even including a sample of a Baptist preacher from the 1920s on their new single.

Attempting to pull off the sound of a place and era far removed for your personal circumstance is hardly a new thing, but normally there are at least hints of other genres. Not with Kill It Kid. Their sound is pure blues method acting, with Burst Its Banks and Send Me An Angel Down sounding as if they’d been plucked from a dirty, smoky café after a stinking hot day in Nashville. The stuff from their forthcoming second album is no different and in much the same vein as their early work. It makes for an interesting, if not arresting live show.

Thing is, watching Kill It Kid you get the same problem that exists with Joss Stone or Adele: you see them play and hear these authentic bluesy voices and then the guitars stop wailing and the between-song banter is all so well spoken, which rather breaks the illusion. This is no problem on record and, to be fair, doesn’t matter hugely in the live arena for the most part. So if you like the blues, you’ll really dig Kill It Kid.