Through tonight's experience, I have learnt that: there are two St. Pancras churches in Kingâ's Cross, I have highly unreligious friends, it's not acceptable to make noise at a James Blake gig, nor is it acceptable to make inappropriate Jesus jokes.

I arrive at a church called 'Saint Pancras church', there is a mass on. I wait, I call my friend a thousand times, thinking that she is dead; I hang around with the homeless people outside for a bit, I am highly confused and do not know what to do. When the mass is finished, I enter the church and there is a bunch of old people in there munching fruit cake and drinking coffee, they judge me for my see though top and I turn and run, realising that I am definitely at the wrong church.

When I eventually arrive at the correct church, after a half a mile run in a fur coat and a Russian hat, I'm there with just 10 minutes to spare; these ten minutes are spent teaching my friend the schedule of a traditional catholic mass. When the lights dim and dramatic music is played, the crowd falls silent, only to listen to our inappropriate religion/James Blake jokes and scorn at us and then at last Blake, humbly arrives onto the stage.

The crowd is absolutely still as James presents us his stunning (quite literally) voice and proves what a fantastic musician/producer he is as his fingers brush over the keys of his keyboard so effortlessly whilst he presses buttons smoothly in between playing. Seeing him live is much better than listening to the album, not only because the audience gets to see his beautiful face but because they get to see how the album works, technically and lyrically as James sings his heart out, conveying to us the feeling behind his lyrics. Yes, those long pauses were slightly awkward moments, particularly in a church where no-one really knows how to behave anyway but I found them sort of blissfully awkward, which I thing is the emotion that James wanted to convey with them. The audience is magnified to Blake, their eyes, just staring at him the whole time, their thoughts seemingly solely focussed on what they are hearing.

The set is scattered with album favourites, finishing on the infamous Feist, cover 'Limit to your Love' which, of course, is performed wonderfully but then, James comes on for an encore. He sits back down on his stool in front of us and moves swiftly into a magnificent piano solo. He eventually starts singing one of the most beautiful songs to grace my ears in a long time. I don't know what it was, it was a new song, apparently written in a hotel just around a week before but it was a deeply emotional moment for everyone there and of course, James Blake, himself. Let's just hope it's not too long before we get to hear it again, it's a necessity.