The crowd at this point is keeping its distance which is not all that surprising. There’s something lacking from this area at the roadhouse, I can’t quite put my finger on it, you feel removed from the artist; the giant speakers or barriers perhaps.

For some performers I could see this set up feeling pretty intimidating, but for Adam Wallace he seems to take it all in his stride.

Each song seems like a work in progress and we never make it past the two minute barrier, but I think that’s the beauty of it – he leaves you wanting more.

I’m not sure why he chose to sing a John Lennon cover, ‘Working Class Hero’ is a fine song – but Adam’s own lyrics stand out and I’d rather hear more from him.

During the course of the night, I bumped into some old ghosts that I could have done without and for a time left me quite jaded. The Musgraves were the perfect medicine right at that moment, with the fiddle, the xylophone and their 90s harmonies they are Creedance meets Beautiful South.

This is music to let your hair down and get on your feet, not for the ‘too cool’ brigade in the corner and yet by the last few tracks even they are giving their tight black jeans a good stretch on the dance floor.

Words by Carolyn Davis