Live Review: San Cisco, Major Leagues

Brisbane's Major Leagues are still slight strangers to the Western shore but the indie-pop garage rock combination had the eager attendees at full attention. Breezy, nostalgia soaked guitars wave through the largely relaxed but still sharp sounding set as the four-piece slowly bopped along with the infectious rhythms. With shared vocal duties between Anna Davidson, Jaimee Fryer and Vlada Edirippulige, they kept their short time bright with a dynamic vibe as each song has its own unique flavour. They prepared the crowd nicely, the highlight of the set being the killer Teen Mums.

The Artbar appears to be the perfect setting for San Cisco to end their current run of 15 regional dates in support of their latest record. Surrounded by reaching amphitheatre steps and lit by a series of flickering projections on the gallery above, it's a unique but characteristic backdrop.

As they opened with their almost trademark show opener Golden Revolver, the mood was infectious and punctuated with bouncing melody, Jordi Davieson hopping around the water-surrounded stage. Spending most of 2015 on the road has polished the San Cisco show immensely, with even newer cuts from the recent release falling seamlessly into the setlist alongside crowd favourites. However, even the band seemed exhausted by including Awkward, as their facial expressions quickly transformed into bored stares into the crowd, with a slowed-down tempo rendition of the song catching the eager punters slightly off guard. Trying to bring the crowd back into the fold, Davieson returned to his exuberant and humorous self for the refreshing Jealousy, with an invitation for people to "dance in the moat, but I think I saw fish in there earlier", and though it took the majority of the performance, slowly people rose from their grassy seats to dance along and quickly turn the night into the party it should be.

Ultimately, as the slow sweeping tale of a schoolyard crush took the night, it was too tempting for many, as a mass rush to get front and centre for Skool unfolded. Security, having previously hauled people out for the same act, were helpless, having no choice but to look on as the four-piece once again demolished their home crowd with the pulsating drums and summer grooving riff of Fred Astaire capping another fine night in the shadow of the gallery.