James Marriott transforms Colours Hoxton into indie paradise during his album week celebration for Dork 100

With a devoted fanbase ready for his every move, tonight feels special. Over a few years, James has established himself not just as a personality from another medium, but as an artist truly finding his voice with a catalogue made to be sung back at full volume. With new album 'Don't Tell The Dog', he's created the unifying statement he was born to make. This night falls amid a chart battle that could see him become the UK's Number 1 album artist this week. Yet the anticipation stems from something greater. With a sold-out world tour ahead, tonight is a pinch-yourself evening watching a superstar blossoming. Not bad for a Tuesday in East London. You're welcome.

The room is packed when Siobhan Winifred takes to the stage. Her warm, campfire-like set strips back her catalogue of indie-pop joy as a three-piece, highlighting both her songwriting talent and future potential. Taking the chance to play unreleased music (sung back after just one introduction), it's a perfect set that paves the way for the night ahead. 'Keep Sweet' and a soaring 'Killers' find new life in this setting, as the crowd gets swept up in the moment. New tracks have fans swaying with phones aloft, proving why Siobhan is one of the most exciting new songwriters today. "You're going to make me cry!" she announces repeatedly. Us too, Siobhan, us too.

With Colours Hoxton at perhaps its most packed ever, James Marriott's arrival triggers deafening screams. His only live show during album release week becomes an unbridled celebration of indie anthems that confirms his place at the forefront of the scene. 'Ventriloquist' delivers a stadium-sized welcome before 'I Don't Want To Live Like This' ignites the already sweltering room. Rather than focusing solely on the new album, he crafts something more meaningful - a set celebrating his journey, reflecting on playing this venue years ago and acknowledging his evolution since then. The result is pure joy from front to back, a night worthy of bottling. 'Going Postal At The Party' and 'So Long' spark moshpits and pogoing crowds, channelling that irresistible, sweaty indie charm that defined a generation. James Marriott captures that blistering energy and holds on tight.