Welcome to cuckoo land. This city, which looks like a construction site, and is as dusty and impossible to live in as one, is a Garden City. It is also the Pub Capital; the pubs close at eleven. The Silicon Valley of India hasn’t got around to doing twenty four hours of electricity a day. A complacent, bloodless, anodyne gig in which, of the first four songs, only one was actually by the artist being covered, is a “tribute”.