nino rojo and rejoicing in the hands are two of my favourite albums of the decade. they're sweet, affecting, haunting and funny in equal measures.

weekend before last at green man: he seems uninterested, opens with an eight-minute jamfest, another boring new song and 'little yellow spider', which he sings in a flat, low voice and misses out the 'psy-che-de-li-ca-lly' bit.
he's got rid of all of his vocal quirks and, seemingly, most of his charisma.
i spent most of the set trying to remember the name of the band from almost famous.

what the fuck has happened?