Barry Adamson at the Jazz Cafe

It was an excellent gig. The set was based mostly on his new album 'Stranger on the Sofa' which I hadn't previously heard. It's got a depth I haven't seen in his work before (and I really liked the previous stuff). Sonically amazing and lyrically playful yet powerful (you can tell I can't write about music for shit).

The musicianship was excellent, although the band did look like a bunch of cabbies who work the night shift south of the river. Barry was the consumate showman, but he himself eschewed instruments until right at the end, when he performed an acoustic number (with harmonica). No Adamson performance is complete without a classic soul or funk cover to close. Last time I saw him it was Curtis Mayfield's 'Pusherman' and this time it was Sly Stone's 'Thank You (Falettinme Be Mice Elf Again)'.

Upcoming single to watch out for: 'Rehab' by Amy Winehouse (she's also done a cover of the Philly Soul classic 'Me & Mrs Jones' immortalised by Billy Paul)

Proof that Professor Neil Postman was right back in 1985: 'Is God a fella?' and 'I want my boyfriend to give birth to our baby!' - stories on daytime terrestrial TV in the UK this morning.

Boozer that lived up to its name last night: the World's End. OK, its a big pub and is home to Underworld, but late last night managed only a magnetic attraction to the dregs, and worst of all, there was a strong smell of baked piss emanating from the gents. Truly the end.