When I was here in New Zealand in 1994 I was introduced to the music of Dave Dobbyn, a man since revered as a Kiwi icon (there is no higher accolade here). I saw him two years ago at the Toast Festival on Clapham Common in the blazing heat of a scorching London summer day. Last night I saw him again in the cold and rain of an Auckland summer evening (weather irony). He is bloody brilliant though. A taster as I know he has escaped the attention of most beyond the land of the long white cloud.