Live review: Rising starlet Alessi Rose blooms brightly under sparkling Yorkshire lights

From supporting household names such as the likes of Dua Lipa and Tate McRae in the last year or so, to taking on her biggest headline tour to date, her shining star of a career seems to be ever rising in arguably the fiercest and overcrowded of genres, pop.

But witnessing her scintillating show of pop purity within the vastly crowded yet electrified eight-sided Octagon auditorium, it only added to my presumptions heading into the show that Rose is only heading to pop stardom - and fast.

As on that night under the pulsating strobe lights of The Octagon, the Derby-born singer, songwriter took to the stage with the loudest screams the venue will ever had to endure as the charming Rose leaded the opening of her sweetly personal show with That Could Be Me; once again her fanbase roared back every lyric louder than the last as this sterile brutalist shell was altered intricately into a sacred space for the chaotic heart that was Rose and her show of pop perfection.

While riding the stratospheric and burning highs of her latest EP, Voyeur, Rose isn't just selling tickets; she's providing a more than needed therapy session for the generation that overthinks everything and will consider posting it later to their Instagram story.

As the thousand strong crowd stood firmly in anticipation for their icon, as the sea of eyeliner and desperate sincerity, is here to chant passionately their most humiliating truths back at the woman who first immortalized them, this was certainly the case for the likes of CRUSH! and Stella.

Rose singlehandedly delivers a blistering one-two punch from her new source material every other song. As the poised earworm that was First Original Thought hit the Sheffield crowd emphatically, as the track itself, was a soft-pop veneer that quickly cracks open by lyrics that bite like a cheap whiskey, the type that would inadvertently lead to a night of few memories but ones you would forever cherish.

The twenty-three old talent, dressed like a disillusioned princess in something deliberately a little messy, stalks the stage with the magnetic presence of a passionately delirious pastor, and this feeling was only amplified by the glowing neon cross segmented centrally at the back of her raised playhouse, as her showy stage design was certainly something of significance to be proud of, which her gleaming smile tended to reflect, as every essence of pride indicated Rose was grateful for this community she ever so wonderfully crafted.

With the finale of her sincere pop showcase on the horizon, naturally, it was closed with the charged intimacies of Same Mouth, as her undeniable charm crossed the stage as she glided into the audience, with the endlessly quotable anthem echoed off the cathartic Steel City chamber.

The turbulent track itself was rolled in beautiful absurdity, self-aware oversharing, and the godawful paradox of modern life, and it was delivered tonight with a theatrical flourish that screams arena headline slot, not university hall gig.

Tonight, in Sheffield, Alessi Rose proved that the most complex emotions often yield the catchiest pop hooks. The ceiling for this artist isn't the Octagon; it's the stratosphere.