This was the sixth night of an eight-show stint in the New Zealander’s adopted homeland. She made the not-insignificant leap from Lyttelton to Cardiff to be with her Welsh boyfriend last year, and anybody who listened hard enough tonight might have picked up snatches of her new hometown’s vocal inflections during a set that borrowed almost entirely from her remarkable new album, Designer.

She's playing to a sell-out crowd that, like Harding herself, is defined by its contradictions. It's rapt whilst she and her minimalist backing band - soft drummer, quiet bass player, tentative keyboardist - run through a heftier live representation of Designer than we’ve gotten to grapple with on record.

Between songs, though, the audience is considerably less reserved. Her explanations as to why she’s not known for her stage banter becomes a running joke in and of itself. Her excuses run the gamut from her psychiatrist’s advice (“he’s told me to be careful about expressing myself”) to a suggestion that “success comes in many forms”; clearly, to Harding, that involves the cultivation and maintenance of a genuine air of enigma.

Eventually, she suggests fans pen their song of choice on their forehead, and then engage in a fistfight to decide who gets their wish. She’s kidding, of course, although it’s worth pointing out that whoever called out for a Gerry Rafferty cover went home happy after a quietly dramatic 'Right Down the Line' opened the encore. It was the track that followed, though, that suggested where Harding is headed next: she adds her own unique twist to 'Old Peel' by banging a drumstick against her mug of tea. She’s nothing if not original.

Setlist:

Designer

Zoo Eyes

Treasure

The Barrel

Damn

Weight of the Planets

Heaven Is Empty

Pilot

Elation

Blend

Encore:

Right Down the Line [Gerry Rafferty cover]

Old Peel