Given I've seen the Artist Formerly Known as Final Fantasy in churches, fancy concert halls and on one occasion, surrounded by palm trees in the Californian desert, it seems odd that one of the best shows I've seen him play took place in a converted industrial space in Hackney. But there you go. His new material sounded great ("The Riverbed" has an almost post-rock brutality about it), the older material even better ("Lewis Takes Off His Shirt"! "This Lamb Sells Condos"! "This Is The Dream Of Win And Regine"! "Song Song Song"!) and Owen seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself, which wasn't the case the last time he played London. A blinder of a show.
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