Well, that was a magnificent concert. I feared it'd turn out sweaty and make it impossible to breathe, as when I saw Einstürzende Neubauten there, but this time all was well. Or rather, more than well; this lot churned out breathtaking, frail songs of such intensity I thought of Band of Horses, Saul Williams and a few epic soundtracks thanks to T-Bone Burnett. But those similes aren't true.

Bon Iver held their own beautifully. Sadly, the batteries in my phone gave up as I was about to film them, so here's a snippet of Anaà¯s Mitchell, the opening act.