There was something incongruent and off-putting about the entire concert, which culminated in a hollow, forced last act. The venue was not quite right for the act: folks were quietly sitting down on tables with food and drink, while the band on stage wielded rock guitars, threw themselves on the stage, and desperately tried to motivate the crowd into a higher state of energy. The lead electric guitar player had technical problems with his instrument, which were painfully obvious to all. He alternated between technical difficulties and overdone shows of air guitars. (He seemed a 50 something man dressed and acting like a teenager.) The saxofonist's contributions did not make sense with the songs- too jazzy, or too pronounced, they seemed like interruptions to the songs, rather than complements. Pau Donés, the main artist, seemed worn out, running through the motions with no heart. He was thankful of his audience, but lacked any magic. He was somewhat awkward when addressing the crowd. Before performing his most famous song, he lost both my friend and I on a long, distasteful diatribe explaining the song's origins. My friend and I walked out during the show's culminating song, tired of suffering through a mediocre concert.