Daniel Glendining, once the tensile core of Headswim, now recording as BlackCar, has never been one for the hard sell. And that’s precisely why those of us who’ve followed him from the start trust him so completely. This is music that doesn’t announce its genius from a rooftop. It waits for you to discover it, preferably in your own time, with the lights down low and no one else in the room.

Glendining has done that rare and lovely thing that middle age sometimes grants the truly committed musician. He lets the melodies arrive like half remembered dreams, intimate, unresolved, and wonderfully, stubbornly English in their refusal to make a big fuss about their own wounds. Think late‑night Talk Talk. Think Scott Walker if he’d spent his formative years learning patience on the M25.

We have only fifty tickets for this all seated show. If you care about the slow burn and the quiet return that matters more than any bombastic reunion, you already know where to be.