‘Blacko,’ barks the intense slab of face from behind the trestle table; ‘Who’re you shootin’ for?’ It takes a second to realise that the first statement is the face’s name, and the second is aimed at the camera hanging around my neck (which I forgot about when I thought the intensity might escalate into vehemence).

I’m at Marz to shoot a different band, but Blacko has an urgency about him that I think would be unwise to ignore. He implores me to stick around to see the last band, his band, and I agree quickly and prudently. ‘Its Irish music’, he promises in an equally intense Dublin accent, ‘but with a difference.’

Satomi Matsuzaki was a really fun interviewee. She’s as bubbly on the telephone as she is onstage, and I remember the interview as being one of those where you feel as though you’ve made some kind of personal connection by the end of it, rather than being something you had to do for work. Just a really chatty 30 minutes in which she spoke of her life as a ‘katakana character’, her psychic relationship with Paul McCartney, and her plan to trick teens into buying Deerhoof’s latest album.