THE suits are as sharp as the R&B, and singer Ty Taylor has all those James Brown moves down pat.

Vintage Trouble are no ordinary blues band - the look is 1960s, Mad Men crisp, the voice a cool blend of every soul great your mind can conjure up, the bass and drums funkier than I have heard for years.

But there's something else.

This isn't just a gig. It's old school R&B as a revival meeting.

"Can I hear you say yeah!" Taylor shouts. "Yeah!" the crowd shouts back, hands in the air.

Call and response, and Taylor stands transfixed, palms to God.

As Taylor takes the crowd to the next level with a raised fist and an exhortation to change the world for the better with Not Alright By Me, a man at the back shouts: "I've seen the light, butt!"

But with Nalle Colt's superb guitar playing, Rick Barrio Dill on bass and Richard Danielson on drums, Vintage Trouble are no angels.

The whole thing is so damned sexy. Taylor aims to inject long-term relationships with a little spice in Total Strangers, Blues Hand Me Down is rocking and there is a wailing guitar solo in Run Outta You.

Even his parents' courtship is the inspiration for the aching Nancy Lee.

Taylor's in the crowd, leading the dancing, and the crowd go wild, cheering, clapping and demanding an encore.

And we get an abandoned version of Pelvis Pusher.

Can I get a witness? I have seen the gospel according to Vintage Trouble, and I'm a convert.

* The festival continues today, with headliners The Zombies.