Robyn Hitchcock

If you had said, some thirty or so years ago, that one day Robyn Hitchcock would be doing a solo set at the Shepherds Bush Empire, accompanied only by his own guitar and harmonica, and a girl playing the saw, most people would've scoffed. But call it psychedelic punk, call it new wave, call it whatever you will, Hitchcock, the court jester of it all, is still going strong. His songs are as offbeat as ever, his voice still teetering between sublime and awful, but he has more charisma than a truckload of Dohertys and there's not one person who wants him to leave.