As they alway do, Dean’s band play completely live – no samples, no backing tracks, no programmed beats – perfectly complementing the dusky glow of her voice.
Not that you can hear her sing, half the time.
Dean’s secret weapon is the incisiveness of her lyrics, which paint instantly-recognisable vignettes of love.
She seasons her songs with peppery observations like, “I’m the perfect mix of Saturday night and the rest of your life” (So Easy), and astute self-analysis such as, “I’m a tidal wave of question marks” (Dive).
The audience seem to know every word – with the whole room reverberating to the declarative, “I don’t need a boyfriend”, that crops up in the second verse of Nice To Each Other.
Even the songs from her commercially less successful debut are welcomed like old friends – notably an acoustic version of UFO that strips away the original’s other-worldly vocal processing, exposing the loneliness at its core.
Between songs, she chats away about situations that inspired her; and takes a moment to reflect on the crazy ascent she’s had over the last 12 months.
“We actually played this venue in 2024 as part of the tour for my first album,” says the singer, who’s got a six night residency at London’s O2 coming up later this year.
“It’s amazing to be back and think about everything that’s happened since I was last here. So I’m just full of gratitude tonight.”