Mystery Jets: Somerset House, London

FOUR YEARS AFTER THEIR FIRST ALBUM, Mystery Jets must be resigned to the knowledge that, unless the music world tilts on its axis, their quirky pop is unlikely ever to have mass appeal. Though the new record, Serotonin, has dispensed with choppy psychedelia in favour of harmony-splashed catchiness, it looks set to make only a middling chart debut. But are they bothered? Evidently not: "I'm having such a good time," said singer Blaine Harrison as they wound up this first night of Somerset House's annual Summer Series. "I think it was all that serotonin I did before the show."