If you only treat yourself once this summer, be sure to indulge in a helping of the enigmatic Hawksley Workman. Once seen never forgotten, Canadian born Workman combines an almost primal rock n' roll sound with folky/bluesy ballad.

Lyrically a genius, he encompasses tongue in cheek humour, irony and love. His almost impossible to define vocal has a range as huge as his mouth, real gutteral intensity mixed with the occasional falsetto and delivered theatrically with full body shudders, barks and growls.

Tonights show could be likened to spine-tingling cabaret. Hawksley's overwhelmingly confident stage presence has the support of his band The Wolves, consisting of Mr Lonely on piano (well, it's a Roland but you would never know), Darkness on drums and bassist Derek who, as well as his mean basslines, also provides powerful and harmonious backing vocals.

Songwriter, producer and all round musician, Hawksley's show is a delicious feast for the senses as he swaps from finger cymbals to drums to guitar, conducts the singing crowd whilst playing the keyboard with one hand and presents surreal ad-lib throughout. Definatly worth a mention are the dancing broomsticks with dolls' heads which he courts during the extremely raunchy number 'Striptease'.

Tonight is the last night of their tour and Hawksley and the boys play it as if it is their last gig ever. Two encores ending with the truly memorable 'No Beginning no end' are the icing on the cake. If you missed the shows treat yourselves to the album '(Last Night We Were) The Delicious Wolves' (Isadora Records) - cos you're worth it. Go figure.