Fred Again is to a millennial anxiety-fueled generation, a composer and visual performer that touches them in a way far deeper than his peers in the most humbling of ways.

Entering his hometown London show and the last of his tour on the back of his Grammy nomination, the crowd were electric. Looking down from the circle into the dimly lit but soldout stalls there was a collective hum of hope, and excitement to finally be able to lose themselves in the songs that had got them through the darkness of the pandemic.

Fred Again’s audience isn’t a room full of strangers, more than any concert I’ve seen this year it was more like a group therapy session, where the medium of communication was dancing with abandon and singing every word to the stranger next to you and everyone attending had a mutual understanding of being one dance floor and absolutely havin’ it would save them all.