When the lights went down, almighty applause erupted that sustained until John and his band were all in their positions. Then, a pause. The pulsing beat and electronic arpeggio opening You Don't Have To saw the crowd instantly nodding along. It was calm for the most part; soothing melancholy love songs interspersed with increasingly raucous applause and the occasionally indecipherable come-on from somewhere in the back of the stalls. The set was light on songs from the most recent album, 2015's Grey Tickles, Black Pressure, but flowed nicely and allowed John to move between synth, piano and vocal duties regularly, working the stage strategically. With otherwise perfect posture he committed to TC & Honeybear with his whole body, expressing through piano sentiments that cannot quite be articulated by words and melody combined.
The performer-audience cycle repeated thus; powerfully emotive song, rapturous applause, restorative pause. "I'm glad we can enjoy silence together" John quipped. "This is for you" he continued before delivering a first class rendition of GMF. One "fun song to play" lead to another and Pale Green Ghosts was met with yet a greater level of enthusiasm from the already fervent crowd. There was a maelstrom of lights across the stage and in the centre, while not singing, John stood with his hands outstretched toward the heavens, as if conducting the storm. This exhibition filled the vastness of the stage convincingly with the drummer at one point upstanding to play. The sheer physicality of the sound was reciprocated with thunderous applause after a final flash plunged the stage into darkness, so loud that you couldn't even hear John's gratitude.
