Live Review: Flume, Chet Faker

Chet Faker had an easy job – keep the all ages fuzzy neo-disco crowd happy until the man of the hour hits the stage. He is one of those new breed of electronica artists, much in the same vein as Miike Snow, who have the chops to use their own vocals for mixes. He was flanked by two guitarists who lolled around the stage as he behind a shiny baby grand, but the jury's still out as to whether Faker's guitarists were even aware the show had started. The makeshift dancefloor began packing fast, with every sequined clad body struggling to dance in their own tiny space. Faker had the crowd chanting with his anthems I'm Into You and Cigarettes And Chocolate before adding a health warning to the mostly under-age crew not to smoke before eating chocolate – “the title is the wrong way around”. He ended the set with a musical epiphany of sorts – sending those goose bumps soaring with his acoustic-electro cover of No Diggity.

The restless crowd who were up way past their bedtime and pumped on energy drinks didn't have to wait long for the 21-year-old prodigy Flume to overtake the stage. Jogging out amidst a swirl of purple neon-lights, Flume took position behind his turntables, shaped like a spacecraft that'd been chopped in half. A spectacle of sorts – Flume sat perched high above the crowd, like some ancient witchdoctor, administering a bass reverberation so strong, you couldn't tell which beat was coming from the stage – and which from your heart. Above him swirled the light show – sparkles and splashes of pinks and purples. No Chemical Brothers spectacular, but it'll do.

Dope and slick, Flume was a one man miracle show, smashing tribal drums and skidding records across turntables; involved and engrossed in every hit, talking to and embracing the crowd with only his arms, yet still managing to submerge each song seamlessly into the next.

With no room to move, the crowd stretched their hands into the sky in a slow wave and fanned the air as Flume clocked off Sleepless, More Than You Thought and Holdin On. The kiddies no doubt slept well, with the humming of the set ringing deep in all our ears.