The tunes remain, but the banter has diminished as Frank Turner polishes his professionalism, Matt Eland wants his hero back.
The Barfly is sold out tonight, a feat not lost on Frank Turner, whoÃ¢ÂÂs reflecting on a Magnet gig two years ago where 12 people showed up and he got so drunk he could hardly speak.
I remember it well Ã¢ÂÂ as I left he was rolling around on the couches at the side. But itÃ¢ÂÂs a very different story now Ã¢ÂÂ heÃ¢ÂÂs just released his second album, Love Ire and Song, he has a full band behind him, and the relentless gigging seems to have paid off.
ItÃ¢ÂÂs by no means a classic set Ã¢ÂÂ banter is kept to a minimum, bar one anecdote about support act Ciara Haider taking him jeans shopping, but there are a couple of notable highlights.
Some sparse piano fills the middle eight of a truly special Sea Legs, and he gets the predominantly statue-still crowd to indulge in a little hoe-downing during Photosynthesis.
A Love Worth Keeping makes infinitely more sense live, with the powerful drum beat transforming it into a distant cousin of Million DeadÃ¢ÂÂs Carthago est Delenda.
Another cool moment comes when his guitarist starts shredding out a solo on a distorted mandolin to produce an effective violin effect.
So why was it not a classic? Well, my love for TurnerÃ¢ÂÂs music has been well documented on Getintothis, and IÃ¢ÂÂve seen him play literally thousands of times.
The show tonight wasnÃ¢ÂÂt quite as visceral as it can be when itÃ¢ÂÂs just him on his own, telling tales and banging tunes out on his acoustic.
Maybe itÃ¢ÂÂs the crowd Ã¢ÂÂ the singalongs never quite get to the boozy heights theyÃ¢ÂÂre known to. But heÃ¢ÂÂs been added to quite a few festivals over the summer, so no doubt he can atone for that as the year goes on.