There’s a moment in tonight's set where Jamie Hutchings dedicates ‘Ounce of Your Cruelty’ to someone “for making my life so beautifully painful”. This is his wounded worldview in a nutshell. He was always a young man with an old heart; as he sings in ‘Generic Teen’, all the teenage romance he had was in his head and on the radio. Like his inspiration Neil Young (who could be heard on the PA playing before the set), Hutchings and his bandmates can turn heartache into sprawling, spiraling blasts of guitar rock you can get lost in.

On the second of two nights being captured for a live album, there’s a good mix of old (a warmly received ‘Ice on The Road’, ‘Outside are The Dogs’) and new (a slivery ‘Slight Return’ and set-ending ‘The Blackbirds’), all shot through with cathartic passion. They’re never content to wallow in self-pity but ever willing to turn prickled sensitivity into something pained and moving. I feel almost guilty for having semi-forgotten Bluebottle Kiss before tonight: they deserve so much better than the apathy and indifference their music rails so powerfully against.

by Daniel Herborn