It may not be an actual airport but a small art space in deepest Stoke Newington with fading 'Voting Station' posters curling off the walls, however it's still as cold as being in the path of a Boeing 747. Luckily, a free-bar prevents the onset of frost bite for the awkwardly gathered press, competition winners and liggers here tonight for the third instalment of the Topman's Ctrl MX shows.

Aired on Channel 4 each Friday at the witching hour of ten-past-midnight, the programme showcases live new music as well as covering the latest bloggers, independent labels and regional scenes. Each week, the show has a curator to pick and choose what's on the show under the careful guidance of cuddly presenter/music encyclopaedia, Huw Stephens. The show's already seen the Inbetweener's James Buckley and Misfit's Iwan Rheon have control of Topman's neon airwaves, and tonight's media dictator is none other than quiffed DJ extraordinaire, Mark Ronson.

A TV show is never like an average gig; there's the having to clap like a monkey controlled by electric shocks, or in this case, the fearsome eye-balling of the producer. And, the music is interjected by long periods of filming links that have Mark Ronson fiddling nervously with his bouffant, and Huw Stephens brow being frantically mopped by the make-up artists more times than Elvis during 1968 leather jumpsuit comeback show. But, it does mean that you can literally get to see artists within armpit sniffing distance or, in my friend's case, within arse pinching distance of a certain celebrity DJ.

The View kick things off with the Fratelli swagger of 'Underneath The Lights', before spending the rest of the show shouting playful digs at Mark Ronson. Kind of like the title of their latest record, Bread And Circuses their music is pretty dull and ordinary and at the same time as people they're kind of entertaining.

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Lykke Li is an oasis of calm in contrast to the guitar heavy line-up. Dressed in plain black silk shirt and black tights with the glare of a heavily kohl-eyed Bambi, Lykke Li is back at her mesmerising best. First song, 'Jerome', is driven by a tribal beat that her drummer thrashes out vigorously standing-up next to her as she implores for Jerome. Her vocals are at their most commanding and conveying an intensity reminiscent of Patti Smith. The mood is lifted by latest single, 'I Follow', as she glides around the stage looking out emptily into the crowd to the sways of the songs haunting rhythms. Tonight, Lykke Li's performance more than piques anticipation for forthcoming album, Wounded Rhymes.

After finding their awol drummer taking an mistimed loo break, Joy Formidable break into the "aah aah ohs" and piercing lead of, 'Austere'. Ritzy shoots daggers at the crowd in a dead-eye stare that could rival Lykke Li's in any staring competition as she duels with bassist, Rhydian. 'The Greatest Light Is The Greatest Shade' has one false start as the band battle with poor sound and off tuning. Starting up once more, Ritzy's vocals swim against the tide of distortion before drowning in a sea of noise.

Warming up with 'She's Lost Control', The View close the show with not one, but two renditions (oh, lucky us!) of 'Grace'. Thankfully, it lacks the polish of the record and works better live when the band can let rip, and sends us warm and sweaty out into the back alleys of East London.