For the first few songs I felt I was seeing Danielle Dax, except she was a blonde in a football jersey instead of the gothiest goth that ever gothed a goth. Then her guitarist rolled through his impressions of Robert Smith and Durruti Column, and she took a regrettable "adult contemporary" turn before passing through Mazzy Star and Sinéad into the inevitable Kate Bush, and I'm left confused about what decade this is again? Anyway, good show.