Walking into The Borderline, just mere feet from Denmark Street (London's Tin-Pan Alley as the signs would have you believe), you get the feeling that music is absolutely soaked into every dark and dingy corner of this historic venue. Over the years, it's witnessed performances from some of the most important and influential acts in music, seeing them rise from its small basement walls to fill stadiums. For this night, Farewell JR and Night Beds will call it their home.

It's clear from the get go that word of Farewell JR's stunning live performances had echoed through ticket holders, with the venue near capacity when the young songwriter took the stage. There's an awkward, tortured air about Nick Rayner aka Farewell JR; his voice trembling and stretching to breaking point as he embodies the sincerity of his lyrics. The set demonstrates what a compelling live performer Rayner is, whilst highlighting the quality of songwriting on his latest EP Health, closing the set with the atmospheric, 'A Thought, A Mind', fading out with crashing percusion.

With the bar now raised, it was time for the night's headliners to take the stage. Last time Night Beds played a headline show in London re-tells Winston Yellen, 'There were about 20 people'. Well, with the basement venue full to breaking point, it's clear that I wasn't alone in seeing the immense beauty in Yellen's Nashville-based, post-breakup record Country Sleep. The album received hugely favourable reviews from everyone from Lauren Laverne to Pitchfork, (and almost every blogger in between), however, I wondered whether the lonesome radiance of the record would come across in a live setting; within the opening acapella lines of 'Faithful Heights' any doubt was gone.

Night Beds can write an intricate, devastating indie folk song to rival the best in their genre, but what pulls the above the crowd is that voice. Frontman, Yellen's, highly versatile and controlled vocals stand as the band's most powerful weapon, constantly toeing the line between an incredibly strong and defiant snarl to a fragile whimper.

There's an endearing quality the band's live performance, as they fly through their set, visibly overwhelmed by the crowd's rapturous applause. Their most straight pop track 'Ramona' allows the band to cut loose, with Yellen climbing and clambering to make the most of his limited space on the venue's micro stage; cluttered with the host of instruments the band employs. The soaring beauty of '22' shows the band's more subtle touches, with the music rising and falling with effortless grace. However, it was the emotional crooning ballad 'Even If We Try' which was the band's finest moment, with Yellen & Co delivering the song's rich vocal harmonies to truly startling effect.

As the lone frontman returned, whiskey in hand, to the stage to close out the set, he looked a little worse for wear. Clumsily he made his way to the centre of the stage, mumbling his way through his thank-yous, before losing his capo and forgetting to plug his guitar. But as the opening vocal melody of the gut-wrenching, 'Tenn' left his lips, the undeniable natural talent of this artist stood plain and without question.