Here came the Bryde

As regular readers will know, I can often be found pining for the Point - but it turns out that Cardiff still has at least one church (this one still in active service) in use for gigs. The acoustics at St John's, a stone's throw from my front door, didn't really do Sarah Howells' new louder material (in her guise as Bryde) many favours on Friday night but worked well with the quieter, starker solo songs, and the venue certainly makes for a stunning setting a world away from a black-walled box or sweaty basement. Quite a contrast to witnessing Julian Cope playing 'Cunts Can Fuck Off' the previous night, in other words.

My review of the evening, which also featured fellow homecomer Ellie James aka Little Red, is here.