When I grow up, I want to be Stephen Merritt. The amiable grump is on sparkling form this evening, his subterranean baritone the perfect counterpoint to the sugar-sweet melodising of his songwriting, and even if the quality was somewhat uneven towards the end, the encore of “Papa Was A Rodeo” was worth the price of admission alone.
(Photo: John Gleeson (Flickr))
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