But the piste de résistance had to be the encore return. After Forkner, sounding “like Larry the Cable Guy”, egged the crowd into shouting for Cox’s return, the whole group returned shirtless – including drummer Stephanie Macksey and bassist Honey Owens (of first opener, Valet), and Owens wasn’t wearing even wearing a bra (“when you’re pushing forty, you just gotta let it all hang out” – she did then tie her shirt’s arms around her neck, covering herself by wearing it like an apron). Yes, you got to see Cox’s ultra-skinny torso, but he was anything but ashamed, crashing guitars with Forkner and wailing on an unfamiliar new number, going so far as to get on his knees at the front of the stage and play to the light of a fan’s encore flame. Not the show you’d expect, not a show you’d forget…