There's something about blues at Komedia which make you glad to be alive.

This event was misleading because although Memo Gonzales, like a 30-stone Texan Elvis, is a great frontman and singer, he is far from a solo artist.

His band, The Bluescasters, are also highly talented.

It was a privilege to see performers this good in such an intimate setting.

Happy songs about beautiful women were mixed with profound, raw blues which cut to the soul.

Think Elvis meets Buddy Holly and BB King and you're not even close to how good this was.

I have never seen a drummer pull so many strange faces. I have never seen a bassist use only his eyebrows to flirt shamelessly with a girl in the front row.

I have never seen a guitarist play so well, first with a bandana covering his guitar neck, then with the instrument behind his head.

Even forgetting the tricks, I don't think I've ever seen a guitarist play so well as Kai Strauss.

It was one of the most atmospheric gigs I've been to, despite the small audience. By the end, half the room was strutting their stuff there were four women on stage and Strauss was on a table.

Memo and the band left but were dragged back by foot-stamping and chanting. They finished to a standing ovation. This superb gig was wasted on the few dozen there.

Everyone else missed out. Memo hopes to return to Komedia. I hope so, too.