There was something truly spiritual about Jon Gomm’s performance on Tuesday; it was a stark reminder of this indefinable thing that people strive for, often called “God”.

Gomm creates music that he hears in his head and wrestles the sounds out of his guitar. No other musician pushes the guitar to the lengths which he did - every section of the guitar was used.

The music was next to impossible to play, and the audience joined Jon on his struggle. This, when combined with the emotion of his music, brought the room collectively closer to that indefinable thing.

His “songs” - though one would loathe to call them that because they seemed so much more - took great influence from cultures outside the western world.

Chinese and African sounds were prominent, expertly combined with more traditional waltzes and blues played only with guitar and voice to tell stories which he explained with great humour and irreverence.

Gomm was the perfect complement to his own music; the stories and emotions he conveyed in his music stood at odds with his humour. This acted almost cathartically, releasing the tension in the room, and inviting the audience in on his journey.

A journey one cannot wait to take again.