Kate Kingsmill, Journalist

“Are there any Nine Inch Nails fans out there?” he asks as he flings his acoustic guitar over his shoulder, following up the enquiry with the sweetest version of Closer you’ll ever hear.

Another hour and local lads Husky emerge and head straight into Tidal Wave. It could just be the cool breeze, but the song gives me tingles.

If you are a Shakespeare purist you might not approve of his drunken flirtations. “I love you! Call me! Text me! Nah, just add me on Facebook!” he appeals as he is dragged offstage.

"But it does seem as though some people have come to pray at the altar of Talking Heads."

Topless model/Romeo, Jamieson Caldwell, explains to Kate Kingsmill why playing the lovestruck lead is no walk in the Botanic Gardens.

The Vaccines smell like spirited teenagedom and Two Door Cinema Club deliver a set that bodes well for the Falls.

Kate Kingsmill casts her eye over the year that was.

"I always know where I’m going to start and where I’m going to finish and the stuff in the middle is kind of up to the gods – the comedy gods – that sometimes decide to shit all over me and give me nothing.“

"You gotta deal with the physicality of vocals changing, body dimensions changing, so you have to add that into the equation on top of just being an artist. There’s so much you gotta think about.”

“Scratching is still the same in that I only use fader, needle, vinyl and turntables. Studio work has been taking more space now in my life. It’s definitely easier now, because of internet, for both artists and fans to reach out."

“It’s a fine line between being drunk to the point where you’re having a great time, and then not getting too drunk to the point where you can no longer play. And we’ve teetered on that line a few times.”