In the 2000s of this millennium, Peter Doherty (back then still Pete, without an "r") was responsible for, to put it colloquially, the hottest shit in the indie and alternative rock scene – thanks to his band The Libertines. Furthermore, he was responsible for regular articles in the tabloids – because the Englishman liked to indulge in drugs, hung out with model Kate Moss, and produced one stoned, delayed, extravagant, runaway gig after another.

In the meantime, Doherty has been redeemed. He gets along quite well with tea. And over the years since then, he has preserved almost only one thing: his impressive ability to write wonderful songs. Pete Doherty now regularly manages to present these flawlessly and appropriately in a tidy state – turning every concert into a small event.