Sitting down cross legged at a gig is really weird, especially in a pub. I know there are those experimental gigs in warehouses where sitting crossed legged down is a pre-requisite, but why sit on beer soaked carpet? Regardless, I like hanging out with people who like to chill, and I can try to chill, at least in my own gangly way. So I go to the bar and pour water for myself in a small little cup and sit down with most of the crowd before my leg falls asleep and nearly kills me via pins and needles.

The emotive Carry Nation opened in a fashion of quiet nicety. She gave us music of intricacy and loneliness giving off emotion which doesn’t normally seem normal for an opening act. Three songs in, the little quartet were evidently overwhelmed by the sight of a packed venue on this night which made it more special for even the support bands.

A lot about tonight’s show at the Factory Theatre seemed to be about missed opportunities. For a start, it wasn’t sold out and a black curtain was pulled across the side of the stage obscuring the view from a row of comfortable lounge chairs. Then there was the first of the support acts.