A rare musical interlude here. Yesterday I found myself sitting/lying through the Jazz Cafe Picnic. As I sat waiting for the first act to kick off I wondered why I didn’t turn up late. Royksopp were the only act I overly cared about, even if 40 quid is a bit steep for one band. But then the tight-fisted git in me was rewarded with something I previously thought an oxymoron - good jazz. Good modern jazz. Only Hendrix wandering onto stage could’ve shocked me more. Fitting, then, that this paradox of a band was called Acoustic Ladyland.

Quantic Soul Orchestra followed - more funk than soul but a lovely mix regardless. Thanks to them I’ll soon find myself 12 quid short down HVM. Next came hip hop act K-OS. I hate hip-hop. I liked K-OS. Just what the hell was going on here? An actual tune, variety, interesting lyrics… I threw on a second layer of sun cream, laid back with a smile and proceeded to get rained on.

Morcheeba and The Herbaliser followed. Clearly talented but they failed to get my neurons firing. Royksopp, thankfully, very much did. Royksopp’s Night Out kicked things off, up tempo from the album version and somehow more… thumping. Yes, thumping is the word. Other standouts were Alpha Male, the beautiful Only This Moment and the delightfully precise bleeps of Eple kicked off an electric roller disco up and down my spine. Full on buzz, chemicals not necessary.

To cap things off the drive home was a mere ten minutes. Twickenham needs more music picnics, so say I.