The sound of Dry The Rain is like a rush of serotonin to the head.

I have not felt so laid back since I tried to overdose on Beta Blockers.

The sound of The Beta Band is truly mesmerising and while their live performance loses some of the high production values and subtleties of their studio work, the noise they create remains sublime.

These ordinary boys from Edinburgh - Stephen Mason, John Maclean, Robin Jones, Richard Greentree - have committed musical suicide. They will indeed go from heroes to zeros.

And so the current national tour sounds the death knell, not just for this band but for a unique strand of truly innovative and ground-breaking music.

"This is a celebration, not a funeral," Mason yelled from the stage. A hard one to swallow.

Beta Band failed to hit the big time. Only two of their singles made the top 40. They could not be pigeon-holed, they did not ram through the charts by tailgating the popularity of another group. Instead, they decided to create something new, something challenging.

It is always tempting to describe music by saying it is a fusion of this artist and that singer but this is not easy with The Beta Band.

They are the Inspiral Carpets with talent, the Charlatans without arrogance, what the Stone Roses should have been if they had not disappeared up their own riff.

But at the same time, none of those things. They are, in the plum voice of the BBC, "experimental".

What is refreshing in the age of X Factor is these four lads enjoy their music, enjoy jamming, playing, experimenting. And the results are simply astounding.

Real emotions, feelings and hopes are created by a few blokes with a couple of guitars, two drum kits, a keyboard and bongos - yes, bongos. No need to steal someone else's voice, beats, breakthroughs. (Not that they do not use samples, they just don't hide behind them.)

The crowd was packed into the Concorde 2 and the seaside location was the perfect venue for the swan-song of these unlikely heroes.

Lyrics like "Choking on a vitamin tablet the doctor gave / In the hope of saving me" will be swimming around the memories of everyone in that room for the next 20 years, such is the power of this understated and melodic swirl.

The last tour of The Beta Band will create a legend similar to the first gig of the Sex Pistols, the Stone Roses' Spike Island gig or the final throes of The Smiths. And deservedly so.

People who actually enjoy music - of the Indie, dance kind of variety - will have stopped at nothing to be part of what is musical history. And if they failed to get in, they will lie to their grandchildren.

There are times when music - simple, gentle, rhythmic music - can remind you why you are alive, what it is to enjoy and what it is to be a sentient being.

A few more songs and, frankly, I would have been too relaxed to go to work.

The Beta Band is dead. It's over. But their latest release, Heroes To Zeros, and three earlier critically-acclaimed albums will provide a fix for us addicts.

After all, you can't overdose on The Beta Band. It's life-saving.