A 17-song set has passed in a flash, but after a short break, and as a final goodbye to London, it appears there are still more treats to come. For many in the room tonight, Clutch’s 1995 self-titled release is the one that contains some of the most valuable treasure. It holds lesser-heard tracks that are steeped in nostalgia. We’ve already had a taste of this album tonight via a performance of the almost thirty-year-old track, I Have the Body of John Wilkes Booth, but when the creeping, almost spoken opening verse to Spacegrass comes drifting from the stage, there is a sense of the crowd getting exactly what they here came for. The song climaxes to a cheer of immense satisfaction that turns everything that follows into a celebration. 10001110101 and (of course) Electric Worry are met with rapture. A set that started on a high, ends on an even higher high, and concludes a superb evening of excellent music.
Clutch bid us farewell with a wave and a smile, thanking us, as well as the other performers who have joined them on tour.