His tale of almost believing he could ‘shit money’ after a big night out got me all the way home.
Speaking to us from the darkness of offstage before his show for a stupidly sweet amount of time, O'Doherty reminded us that the Sydney Festival was his last hurrah on the Australian scene this year, rather than the beginning of a long stint. He joked it would either be a shining curtain call or the remains of a man broken by Melbourne, however tonight was neither, really. The Enmore could have been uncomfortably large for a little Irish man with unusually short legs (by his own musical admission) and a children's keyboard, but he played it like a loungeroom – warm, intimate, perhaps a bit shabby at times, but endearing none the less. O'Doherty is a slow burn but his appeal remains constant, save for the odd piece of trivia that gets you for no good reason. His tale of almost believing he could 'shit money' after a big night out got me all the way home.