A room full of Johnny Marr fans is moved to tears.

Youre likely to recognise Johnny Marr through his diverse history: being crowned NMEs Godlike Genius; his work with some teeny-tiny band Mancunian band back in the 80s or a recent two (stupefying impressive) solo albums, the latter of which he happens to be midway through touring as he blesses the ground of Cardiffs Great Hall with his presence, like a true guitar god indeed.

Support act Childhood open on a high note and get this regretfully sober crowd moving. With blissful guitar solos interrupted by the squalling effects laid down by frontman Ben Romans-Hopcraft in order to ÔÇ£Keep the crowd on their toes!ÔÇØ ÔÇô one of IndieÔÇÖs brightest collectives neednÔÇÖt rely on physical shock to keep our interests peaked.

Responding to the chants of ÔÇÿJOHNNY FUCKINÔÇÖ MARRÔÇÖ, the Marr man finally┬áappears. Kicking off with the title track of his ÔÇÿPlaylandÔÇÖ album ÔÇô sounding as dapper as the vintage green suit/pink shirt combo he elegantly sports, he┬ádives into ÔÇÿEasy MoneyÔÇÖ; a hard-hitting, progressively disco-ey tune. Blasting though several Smiths classics (ÔÇÿPanicÔÇÖ; ÔÇÿStop MeÔǪÔÇØ; ÔÇÿBigmouthÔǪÔÇØ) Marr keeps the set list fresh enough to not make himself a martyr to the SmithsÔÇÖ name (this means not succumbing to the┬á pressure of ÔÇÿThis Charming ManÔÇÖ requests┬áat every showÔǪ). He┬áthrows in a cover or two for good measure (all crowd-sing-a-long pressure is alleviated by a rabble-rousing ÔÇÿI Fought The LawÔÇÖ), and an acoustic version of ÔÇÿPlease, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I WantÔÇÖ, which actually moves the room to tears.

Finishing the encore with a┬á well-received (if slightly out-of-time, but who cares!?) ÔÇÿHow Soon Is Now?ÔÇÖ, people argue that he is bastardising a series of timeless Smiths classics. In all honesty we canÔÇÖt hear those few over this one-off live experience, and really, we donÔÇÖt want to. DonÔÇÖt start jumping up and down for a Smiths reunion when all you need┬áis Johnny. FuckinÔÇÖ. Marr.