A free ticket, courtesy of the delightful Black Plastic. Loveliness. I must admit, I’m a relatively new convert to She & Him, but I was rather taken aback by the power of their live show. I expected some bouncy, poppy, happy songs. I got a few of those, plus some utterly spellbinding stripped-down material. Yes, the band was more a distraction than an asset. Yes, it was an irritatingly fanboy crowd, who kept shouting “we want your babies” and over-vigourously applauding over the quiet bits. But when we did finally get to hear a simple duet, with two voices and the rich rumble of a guitar in the background, it was pretty magical. I might now be a little bit in love with Zooey Deschanel, but at least I’m in good company.