Not only is Johnny Flynn a superbly talented musician but he has trodden the boards in the west end and starred on both the big and the small screen. However, this evening his music is purely the focus of our attention. And as we arrive slightly later than intended, we unfortunately miss Cosmo Sheldrake who is also member of Johnny Flynn’s backing band, The Sussex Wit.

Hailing from New York City, with a second album recently released and a slight change of name, Augustines are back and it seems they’re on point. In perhaps one of the most impressive venues in the country, this evening sees Billy, Eric and Rob take to the stage in what Billy dubs as a ten-sided space ship.

They said it would never happen but here it is - a bloody gig by The Postal Service! A sea of plaid and floral sways back and forth, but as neon columns to the rear of the stage light up the audience and a strobe begins to flash, one can't help but think it all seems a bit incongruous considering The Postal Service’s back catalogue. Give Up is a bit emo for this super-club vibe, isn’t it? The band run onto the stage and Death Cab For Cutie's Ben Gibbard grabs the microphone. “Love…” announces Gibbard “it’s a bitch.” Oh wait there you go.

Live music is one of life's greatest joys that we, as humans, get to appreciate. It can evoke a multiplicity of emotions, create memories that last forever, make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and make you feel part of something completely different, even if it's just for 90 minutes. The smell of spilled lager, mingled with the stale and not-so-stale sweat of the 60 year old bloke in a faded Uriah Heep t-shirt, whose Indiana Jones hat has blocked your view most of the night, would be repulsive in an everyday situation, however at a gig, it has a certain sense of charm. Though I digress slightly, the point I'm trying to make is live music can be fucking brilliant...