Reviews

The shimmering swirl of Silhouette concludes the night and brings punters to their feet as Grossi’s yearning vocals seemingly disappear into the lush, swirling orchestration designed to sweep us away with sounds that have an otherworldly beauty.

Srsen and co. have put on one of the shows of the year.

It was her cover of Jonny Fritz’s Chevy Baretta that suggested she ain’t a sweet little darlin’ – that was endearing in the end, showing she is more than adept at playing both a fool and a fooler.

There is no rock, no pop, no swaggering cuts of classical music in the set and ultimately that is kind of a pity.

Yet again, Fuck Buttons move onward, upward and outward blazing a path we’re more than happy to follow.

The outdoor venue unfortunately lost a lot of the mid and high frequencies which assumedly took away from the sound they were trying to achieve, however they purveyed exactly what they needed to.

Karnevil was a spectacular night of macabre thrills and epic beats, sure to become one of Sydney’s most loved inaugural events.

It’s a stirringly perfect piece of pop music that leaves everyone – teenage girls included – captivated.

Eventually Prince Rama return to encore with No Zu in what turns out to be a monster jam. It’s an unforgettable finale that takes out Melbourne Festival on a high.

If the hungry crowd on Saturday night was anything to go by, whoever’s telling them that has got it right.