Driving synths with desperation vocals.
Amusing Irish banter between songs. Trying to remember if that time we saw them play The Winchester Club we thought the Irish banter was too hammed up.
Occasionally it sounds a bit too shindig for my tastes.
There are some dark dark clouds gathering overhead. Probably just here for the music, they don't rain or anything.
A wee ladybird landed on my finger and as we got to know each other I was in my own little world with The Frank and Walters just background music. Until it did that pooing thing that ladybirds do, and we parted company.