Kaki King is one of contemporary music’s great talents.

He isn’t content to belt out the hits - he has relevant, angry things to say about today - damned are the crowd if they’re not down with hearing them.

As she finished her set with lead single, Royals, it was clear we were watching more than just a star in the making; we were witnessing the coronation of new music royalty.

It was due to this that tracks like Boy and Atlas Eyes failed to really lift off the ground.

Afrika Bambaataa created a harmonious and grooving atmosphere that really brought the small audience and the onstage crew together.

Local Natives are great because they know what they’re good at and they do it very well indeed.

Individuals grieve in different ways, but performing ought to be cathartic for Deftones right now, particularly when in front of such an exuberant, receptive audience.

The throat-shredding Bloody Cape segued into a terribly destructive encore of songs from the debut record Adrenaline, which sent the already throbbing crowd into a violent frenzy.

While still self conscious (Orton stopped a phone camera saying ‘this can’t be forever, just for now’) oldies She Cries Your Name, Pass in Time and Stolen Car were given new life, while contemporary stuff like Dawn Chorus and Mystery also impressed.

Though making it to the Enmore is no mean feat, this is clearly a band with even bigger ambitions and, on their performance here, hopefully next tour they’re given the chance to step up again.

Raiders was the all-out favourite and a solid performance to finish an unfortunately less than perfect set.

Tribute sounded great; an almost perfect (acoustic) facsimile of the recorded version.

Bands like Funeral For A Friend can get by simply on nostalgic value, but the amount they butchered their earlier catalogue made it hard to even enjoy that aspect. Bluntly put, their performance was a let-down.

The majority likely left satisfied, but the slightly truncated 75-minute set and at-times sluggish passages left this reviewer’s soul feeling a little, well… cold.

Julian Marley drew a collection of Australia’s most prestigious reggae artists to support him on his first Australian headline tour, making this homage to Godfather of reggae Bob so much more than a gimmick.

And when it finally came time to farewell the crowd, the answer to his final song was simple. ‘Where did I go wrong?’ Nowhere, Bob.

British India’s return to Wollongong was indeed a triumph.

It’s hard to know how to feel after experiencing so much intensity in one evening, and it’s not often that exiting a venue can feel so surreal.

The crowd definitely got their money’s worth with Frightened Rabbit playing for an hour and 40 minutes. Please come back soon.

Fans of neo-soul would’ve walked away feeling all warm and fuzzy inside after this show.