Live Review: Pink, Youngblood Hawke

Indie pop support Youngblood Hawke burst straight into the set, as if carbon-loaded. They belted out some lesser known tracks, with a vibrant graffiti backdrop, before launching into their infectious hit We Come Running. Alecia Moore, aka Pink expertly toed the fine line between new songs and old favourites.

There were a few jarring elements, such as the anchor for the show: a sort-of-scary, sweaty clown-like figure called Rubix von Fukenhurtz.

But, the coolest element was surprise. At the start of the show, while the audio-visual zoomed into a random seat in the audience, a hoodie-cloaked figure was focused on. Pulling off the hood, it was Pink. The people sitting next to her went into hysteria. Somehow, she made her way to the stage, unmolested, and began. Wow. Cheeky as usual, Pink said she loved her song How Come You're Not Here the most, because it made her husband Carey Hart the most uncomfortable! Later, serious (or is that borderline-stalker?) fans threw baby clothes onto the stage for her young daughter Willow. Try brought the classically-trained film-clip to life in a virtuoso display of strength and sizzling sexiness. While Sober got one of the most enthusiastic reactions, as Pink revolved in a giant chandelier.

For Raise Your Glass, Pink really pushed the boat out, dangling from the ceiling with toned, writhing men. The audience responded with a blinding display of raised champagne flutes with LED flashing lights. She did have to restart the piano ballad The Great Escape, but laughed it off with aplomb. Not to disappoint fans who missed the last tour's gravity-defying, Olympic-sized displays of strength and agility, Pink's finale was truly awesome. Harnessed and svelte, flying across the entire Entertainment Centre, belting out the fabulously arrogant So What, Pink's voice didn't falter once. Upside down, spinning around and landing on teetering podiums with ease, this pop-star is old-school professional. Clearly loving the frenzied crowd reactions, Pink flew over the audience, sometimes barely a metre above their screaming heads.

A true performer, Pink was clearly adored by the faithful – and didn't disappoint.