The last time I played live in Japan, back in March, it was with Romanporsche, a Japanese alternative comedian who performed buck naked apart from some silver eye glitter. I got there to discover the event was totally a joke 80s night. Looking down at my flared pale blue 70s safari suit and my set of -- by comparison -- sadly sincere songs, I realised it was going to be one of those typically Tokyo 'interesting' evenings of cultural crazy paving cemented with a glue of poignant, totally respectful mutual incomprehension.