Sat in semi-darkness, lit only by antique table lamps dotted around the stage illuminating his guitar nook, piano and a coat stand for his chunky-knit sweater, Ryan Adams clearly needed to feel amongst friends. For this Americana tear-jerker’s first UK show in six years Newcastle’s City Hall became an intimate twilight acoustic session in the den; a broken alt-country deadbeat trying to convince a world that once loved him to give him another chance.