We Are Scientists have long been one of my favourite bands to see live, even beyond their musical chops - they are one of the best acts in terms of just fun stage banter, each gig building up its own little world of in-jokes. (This isn’t, I should point out, a requirement for me: I have fond memories of seeing the Pixies in 2019 and the only thing Frank Black said all night was “thank you” at the end, 34 songs and one encore later). In an in-store setting, they are a touch more restrained in order to fit more songs in, which is understandable, but they’re still a lot of fun. A good selection of new tracks and the old favourites. It is an absolute sweatbox in there and I am drenched. I’m fairly certain I have warped the the vinyl sleeve I am clinging onto. I edge towards the back when they start playing After Hours, knowing that that is surely the end (the delicious irony!) so we can hit the head of the signing queue and get over to Bristol Beer Factory in time for the second half of the Euros semi-final and before the kitchen closes.