This then, is David Gray's moment. Now he's come back to salute his mates, and to give everyone the chance to sing, in perfect harmony. Basically, that's your lot. The sun sets, the choruses float over the County Meath skyline and the funfair lights twinkle, seemingly in time. It's an awfully long set.
Few people complain.
But really, it gets boring after a bit. Flame Turns Blue' last forever, trading art for base sentimentality. Back in the day, David Gray presented a challenge to the lazy listener, an alternative to Britpop. Now of course, he's brought in a new kind of orthodoxy, to the extent that Ireland is flooded with wannabes, all touting the sincerity, the angst, the stylised warble. David Gray, if he's really audacious, should come back with a record that will blow this stodgey scene to bits.