Proving this, at times throughout the night Bonamassa is clearly seen stepping out of the spotlight and revelling in the playing of the rest of the band, nodding and smiling to himself as he appreciates all those onstage and what they bring to the music. It may be his name on the posters and the one that brings the crowds flocking but cut off from the music he loves and the right people to play it there’s a tacit understanding that none of this would mean as much to him and this lack of apparent ego is a warming thing to see in an age where self-aggrandisement is the key factor of a lot of arena-filling acts.

The Bobby ‘Blue’ Bland cover ‘Twenty-Four Hour Blues’ adds a touch of polish, its smoothness shining with class before ‘Well, I Done Got Over It’ brings an extra bounce to the Guitar Slim classic, the solo scorching. Mainly heralded for his fretwork, Bonamassa displays some fine vocals too, his emotive delivery on ‘Self-Inflicted Wounds’ pitch perfect and the backing singing of McCray and De Andrea bringing an extra, heartbreaking patina. The pace picks up again for a rumbunctious ‘I Want to Shout About It’ and the dynamic pattern of the set juxtaposes this with the delicate slow blues of ‘The Last Matador of Bayonne’, the guitar tone reminiscent of that used by Gary Moore and Dave Gilmour at their most soaring.