There was a small enough turn-out - although an interesting mix of ages - for this sunny Peruvian five-piece, with their nice mesh of pan-pipes, Andean flutes, strings and percussion, centred around the Puente de la Vega brothers from the old Incan capital, Cusco.

The engine of the band is multi-instrumental Jorge, a cheerful little bloke who beats time with a big bombo drum around his neck, with a snare and a cymbal handy beside him. Another guy milked pan-pipes and the rich wooden whistles for their circular melodies, before lifting off into jazzy arpeggionics.

I was very taken with the virtuoso Latin-accented guitarist who complemented the extraordinary guy scrubbing the charanga, a little 10-string ukelele which he picked at in a mandolin style.

The boys kicked off with half a dozen nod-along numbers, with rhythmic vocal harmonies wrapped around love songs in Spanish or Quechuan; while Jorge occasionally made a fist of his face and squirted out an ear-piercing, tropical chirp. They schmaltzed around with the melody widely known as Flight of the Condor, before putting a sudden fierce top-spin on it, which left people rocking foolishly in their seats.

But that was just to sensitise the audience. Then they very much turned up the heat, lashing in hectic salsa and Afro-Peruvian rhythms, even some steel-drum touches when the flute-player got behind a percussion kit.

It was all very casually powerful, pulse-quickening stuff, but the small audience was still a long way from climbing tables. So the boys smiled and waved, unleashed a brief blast of an encore, and took an early night.