Some may well have been disappointed that this Moonface show was filed in the diminutive Elgar Suite of the Royal Albert Hall instead of its "real" room, and goodness, it's certainly where Krug belongs. It's undeniable that he can adapt as his art requires in the most grandiose of fashions but the record Julia With Blue Jeans is about the beauty of simplicity and, sat at a piano made of "melted down Lego and Skittles," Krug has never looked more at home.

A piece which has become somewhat synonymous with the identity of this most recent Moonface record began the evening. 'Love the House You're in' illustrates the virtues of Krug's craft in an uncharacteristically succinct fashion; climbing motifs glide across one another intermittently as a taut vocal is delivered with eyes tightly shut and one clasped hand held in the air. A similar atmosphere was carried through into 'Barbarian' but was soon juxtaposed by the splutters and insignificant, violent bites of 'Barbarian II'. "And If I am an animal, I am one of the few that is self-destructive," Krug rocked back and forth on the edge of his seat and pounced on keys fervently.

The scene resembled a William Kentridge sketch; in an otherwise aphotic room, Krug's face was illuminated by the reflection of the scarlet piano at centre stage. "You may want to leave the room now" he warned sheepishly before playing "squeamish" love song 'November 2011'. The room of arm in arm lovers, however, were ready to reciprocate. There has always been a degree of romance to his work, specifically I remember seeing an interview with Krug's Wolf Parade bandmate, Dan Boeckner who said they'd had couples literally "going at it" in the crowd during shows in the past.

Montreal has often been depicted as a muse for contemporary Canadian music but Krug, in the most defiant, fascinating moment of the evening, debuted a new song which hailed the City as a "boring ruin," before ambushing himself with a flurry of self-destructive judgements. In the piece, he cyclically describes himself as a "city wrecker" and with the vehement enthusiasm of the sentiment, Montreal being burnt to the ground seems more of a mission than a reality.

"I've drank way too much whiskey," Krug laughed after making a few mistakes during the title track, 'Julia With Blue Jeans On'. "Maybe one day I'll give up drinking, and I can come back and be all like [gestures playing perfectly], but until then this is what we've got" - this warmth then surrendered to an 8-minute fit of frenetic adrenaline. Befittingly, the show ended in the most arresting of melodramas, with the optimistic flame of Julia making everything else seem insignificant.