Another act that Supajam has gratuitously inserted into the Hop Farm line-up is Adam Barnes.

He is greeted with a reasonable crowd of hungover heads, with sunglasses covering many a bleary eye. Those who have arisen from their tents are rewarded with some upbeat acoustic pop of a high calibre. There are bits where it gets melodic and soaring, people are even moved to clap before Adam’s band departs to allow him to play a few solo numbers.

His voice is gentle, with a mild twang and draws a hearty applause. He’s so good that I didn’t even notice his Hooters shirt. If you don’t know what Hooters is, ask your father…

He shyly asked who was looking forward to Damien Rice, just as I was thinking that he was reminding me somewhat of deary Damien. This is mainly because I was too lazy to think of any other songwriters.

The crowd had grown by the time his band returned. A long intro generated power, the bassist turned into a second drummer and I’m still giggling to myself about the Hooters shirt.