The latest in the series of “I am finally going to see x live” gigs, near enough 20 years after I would have first become a fan of Damien Rice. Whilst not ostensibly an anniversary show for O, his 2002 debut, the setlist is jam-packed with tracks from that, plus some deeper cuts, and a new song or two (one, Astronaut, featuring one of the two nods to staging this evening, including another musician wearing a mirrorball suit to create a living light show - it is both weirder and yet more sensical than it sounds). Rice amiably defuses the notion of him being a miserablist, engaging in some delightful stage banter and betraying a sly sense of humour behind this all. He seems almost apologetic for the time since his last effort, 2014’s My Favourite Faded Fantasy (entirely, sadly, unrepresented on tonight’s setlist), and genuinely humbled that people still care to come out to see him. But in an encore that features Cheers Darling in theatrical form, all clinking wine glasses and silhouettes, and ending on The Blower’s Daughter (accompanied by Silvia Perez Cruz, his non-English speaking support act who wowed the crowd nonetheless), it’s not hard to see why we did.