"Do other bands do this? Completely comfortable with dead air?" Alan Sparhawk asked his audience, only half joking, as we waited to find out just what

would be the final, final encore.

A respectable number just about filled The Old Market, eager to be enchanted by Low's trademark chilled rhythms, always fractionally under a regular heartbeat and seemingly ready to teeter into another time signature altogether.

Or maybe they came to see Alan play his Fender Telecaster with his teeth. We got both and lapped it up. Despite being firmly in rock territory, the new Low sound is stadium-filling but without nauseous blandness.

But within minutes we were listening to the familiar clarity of Mimi and Alan in vocal harmony on Dragonfly broken, pleading and convincing.

Anthemic, sweet sounding and, with When I Go Deaf, the old Low can still be heard in the new stuff a combination of gorgeousness and guitar with heavy distortion in the same song.