Ah yes. The light, breaking gently behind him like a joyous sunset. The soft purr of his voice in our ears. The sweet twangle of guitar (three strings only: well observed Mitch Benn). The gentle splash of damp as you don't watch where you're going and walk straight into security's water tub. All these add up to the reasons why Mr Gonsalez is making squillions churning out the most depressing music we've Ever Heard, and we're on the other side watching him.