Kate Nash likes bouncing around a lot when she plays her bubble piano. She also likes noises that aren’t words, but are like words. I don’t like either of these things.

In her performance of her latest single, ‘Do-Wah-Doo’, she sings: "Ba bom ba bom ba bom bom/Well I think she’s a bitch." Now I’m no philanthropist, and I’m certainly no expert on Kate Nash lyrics, but I feel I have a duty to reassure any confused youngsters that the semi-verbal diarrhoea they were listening to was exactly that: semi-verbal diarrhoea. Please kids: don’t waste your time on Googling it, there’s nothing wrong with your hearing. Those were merely random words and a bunch of noises that could redefine fruit machine music if they were given the right platform. Hell, pool them together with one of Lily Allen’s tracks and you could have yourself a monopoly on nursery rhymes, or inanity for that matter.

Surprisingly, I’m talking about a singer who’s actually doing quite well for herself. In a genre where gestures speak stronger than sense, stamping on your piano as Kate did to close her encore is the equivalent of a memory wipe, and snippets of rhetoric like "You don’t need to be hungry to be happy" end up sounding like something from Confucius. Even when Kate was simply bashing away on her piano to some miscellaneous musing named ‘Foggy for Froggy’ I was susceptible to at least a smile and not a little controlled foot tapping. I might have whipped out an energetic head nod if I hadn’t been so worried by the overgrown man next to me singing along a little too enthusiastically to "I Want Your Kiss Boy".

As long as the tone and themes (yes, there were a few) were pretty well intentioned (the touch of self parody in Kate’s ‘Mariella’ and her own take on the teenage love song, ‘Birds’ made her seem more approachable than Miss Allen), Kate came across more Sarah Cox than Jo Whiley on the interesting and likeable scales. When Foundations finally came on at the end of Kate’s set, "That voice that you find annoying" was still a bit annoying, but I didn’t hate it. That’s a compliment, I think.