Do you hear the sound of drums? Yes, my friends, Kula Shaker are back in town. With a taster EP available on iTunes and the new album imminent, this warm up mini-tour serves as a well timed poke at the music world's consciousness, reminding it of the existence of Kula Shaker. On a miserable Wednesday night at the Scala, incense was lit, a packed crowd of nineties fans were waiting and for Kula Shaker, the perfect stage was set upon which to launch their comeback.

Part Hendrix funk, part Beatles flower power and part Indian mysticism, it's fair to contend that there isn't any other band quite like Crispin Mills et al. Kicking off their set with 'Sound of Drums', Crispin welcomed the crowd with a cheery bow and the information that tonight they would hear 'a few old tunes, a few new tunes', and they delivered exactly that.

The band opted to keep it simple, relying on Hammond and guitar rather than the Indian accents found on the earlier records. This was actually no bad thing in a live show, as with the emphasis off the more complex instrumental arrangements found on recordings, the band's energy shone through. The band clearly enjoyed introducing the new material, and newbie song 'Die For Love' was the emotional high point of the first half. There were outings too for other new songs including 'Revenge of The King', '6 Feet Down' as well as the oh-so-subtle 'Diktator of the Free World' (complete with chorus 'I'm a Dik…I'm a Dik...I'm a Diktator').

While the crowd warmed to the new songs; inevitably, it felt at times like they only became truly animated and rose above enthusiastic head bobbing when the band played classic 'K' tracks: '303' and 'Tattva' in particular energised the fans. The encore acted as something of a tumultuous sing along with 'Govinda' wrapping everything up.

Rest assured that while an Embrace-esque renaissance seems inevitable; based on the evidence of tonight, Kula Shaker will not be bowing to commercial pressure and go down the 'World at Our Feet' route. Instead it seems they will continue to plough their own inventive, and highly attractive, musical furrow.