Trudged through the first snow of winter to the Arena last night for a concert by the British group Porcupine Tree. Their fusion of progressive and hard rock didn’t really grab me throughout, but there were many fine moments. Principally I was struck by the honesty and openness of frontman Steven Wilson. He came across as a humble but dedicated man, focusing wholeheartedly on his performance but with a complete lack of histrionic gestures. He’s no slouch on the guitar either.

The visuals screened behind the band were, for once, a useful accompaniment. There’s something rather intractable about Porcupine Tree, I think. They’re a complex, focused, almost futuristic proposition.