Things aren’t helped initially by a somewhat muddy mix but this soon dissipates after the first few numbers, revealing the depth of Neale’s songwriting chops and his effortless ability to write damn catchy pop rock ditties. He’s one exuberantly charismatic bright young thing, a natural bandleader and front man, a highlights reel of dramatic expressionism and marionette style head bobbing, indeed a man for all in the room to swoon along with.
The crowd are in fine Friday night fettle and lap up the set with unrestrained gusto. Highlights include the snap, crackle and bounce of In Stranger Times, the anthemic Swing Left and the Brit Pop tendencies of A Love Affair To Keep You There.
And once it’s all over the lubricated throng are left to gorge themselves further still on those glossy AM radio anthems of yesteryear. Never have I seen as many 20 somethings lose their marbles to artists of the (ahem) calibre of Messrs Farnham and Braithwaite. Tonight irony and reverence make memorable bedfellows on the dance floor…