It’s seven years since Seamus Fogarty last appeared at the Festival, supporting Mick Flannery. Since then Fogarty has grown into a headline act in his own right, with barnstorming live performances and a stunning second album, The Curious Hand, that sent critics into raptures.

Whether singing about Van Gogh or sleeping in a church in Carlow, Fogarty is a kind of anthropologist, a collector of stories and sounds lifted wholesale and tucked into the folds of his songs. On record his delicate alt-folk is enriched by a dazzling array of electronic pulses, but it’s live that his songwriting talent and troubadour spirit really come to the fore.