The concert ends uncerimoniously. They leave the stage. There is no encore or shouts for one. Andy Weatherall spins a disc and the crowd continue to dance. The Orb have gone.
Backstage there is little to learn.
Youth is fatter than I imagined. Andy Weatherall is perfecting a voice that reveals him to be a fan of the fop or Vic Reeves in his high pitched mode. Thrash looks pleased. We forget the interview till the end when we exchange words. I'm a musician.