I believe the man-mountain who was stood in front of me can't actually move, he is planted like a tree in the floor of the Academy and subsists solely on kindly people sporadically feeding him with cans of Red Stripe and scotch eggs.
 

It didn't really matter though, there wasn't much to see on stage, barring some very interesting projections. It was the music we'd come for, and music we got.  And if 7 songs in two and a quarter hours is the kind of thing that blows your skirt up then, like me, you would have been very happy.
 

Now toddle off and find a proper review, you only get stupid pictures to look at here these days.