Some echoes of Peter Gabriel and Sigur Ros in the production; old meets new in the dramatic moment, and the melody rules supreme. There is that epic use of piano, respect for an organic rhythm section, and the emotional turbulence purpose-built for this midnight rendezvous between machine and soul.

The passion comes through the lyricism, and the poise is always apparent: it’s not too much, and not too little. The crescendo is so subtle that you won’t know why your heart is beating so quickly; but you will feel it. And the Tesla-coil of post-urban existentialism shall extinct our personal shadows.