Phil Manzanera / 801: Victoria Palace, London

THERE IS something to be said for the notion that Phil Manzanera's music, as such, doesn't exist. Listening to it is like watching a chameleon that can't remember its true colour – it asserts no identity of its own other than a basic shape. That shape is probably the line-up and the band's cold musicianship. Beyond that, 801 change style deftly to suit each song, and the songs themselves come in assorted and generally unconnected sizes. Initially this was a qualitative advantage, but by the end it became an annoying drawback.