The much-hyped Stonefiled would first take to the stage in support of the Leeds lads. Professing a savage retro-rock aesthetic, the band were truly relentless in their musicianship, crafting an enthusiastic, slick performance. They would indulge in a cover of Led Zeppelin’s Whole Lotta Love. Sadly, this inadvertently emphasised an already strong notion: though Stonefield are a top-notch outfit, they strictly and unashamedly emulate classic rock. It’s irksome in its transparency, suggesting a need to escape the family record collection. A definitive identity would really go a long way.
Papa Vs Pretty were next in support, immediately conducting an avalanche of bass to set a frenetic pace. They’re an alternative rock trio professing fairly academic songcraft with accomplished renditions of brooding angst seemingly ripe for radio play, should Austereo bother to cast a net. Wrecking Ball emerged a real highlight of their set, one that would end in a wild fit of maniacal glory, guitar hooks degenerating brilliantly. A beige affair, though not without its splendours.
Kaiser Chiefs would set an explosive pace with Everyday I Love You Less And Less, electrifying the venue. As front man Ricky Wilson ensured his microphone stand was dragged mercilessly back and forth, its cords lashing with every wild gesture, punters surfed across flailing limbs to match the stage intensity. In a storming powerhouse of a set performed to precision, Everything Is Average Nowadays proved a scintillating inclusion, the red hot crowd roaring each sentiment back unto Wilson. Ruby, I Predict A Riot and Oh My God proved irresistible, the band’s set ascending to new heights. Naturally, their trademark vocal crescendo would play a pivotal role in the set’s evolution, as both fans and performers alike strained for every last note in pursuit of a thrilling mid-song eruption. Indulging in an brilliant effort marked by a tireless intensity, Kaiser Chiefs swiftly charmed a feisty Melbourne crowd. “You’re such a lovely audience, we’d love to take you home with us,” they swooned with one casual rock reference. In a return to form, the band emerged as kings of the contemporary indie-rock anthem.
Loved: Screaming – along with everyone else – almost every song back at the band.
Hated: No Na Na Na Na Naa in an otherwise comprehensive set. Call it a guilty pleasure.
Drank: Expensive soft drink.
