Smoky cellar bar, some old brown velvet curtains as backdrop, a red light - the whole kind of bombed-out dirty-brothel vibe you'd hope from a Berlin gig.
Images from the narrative songs, as lyrically alive as poems or short stories, drift in and out of my head today; little pictures washed up on the shore of my mind: pubic hair and money and melting snow and a bleeding ear.
Don't worry, I'm not in a rush to create another performance myself, despite the inspiration. But seeing them immersed in what they were doing on stage, and hearing their words, something was restored to me.
Find their Europe tour, and more, here; also Rob Marr's facebook page, and Cara Sebastian's facebook page.