Stephanie Liew, Journalist

Though some might dismiss The Bling Ring as shallow entertainment or glamorisation of petty crime, it’s an interesting comment — if a little sententious at times — on our obsession with celebrity culture (and blatant disregard for their privacy).

“It’s frigid as fuck in Melbourne right now,” he says, and explains that he’s sick. This becomes more apparent as the set wears on, his vocals sounding noticeably hoarser.

Badgley is a surprisingly convincing Jeff, particularly when he’s singing. It’s a strange thing to hear something so akin to Jeff’s recognisable, high-pitched wailing and soulful melismas and trills coming out of Badgley’s mouth.

With the hits and misses balancing each other out, this isn’t the album Monomania the single hinted at.

It’s an odd and disappointing choice, but ultimately it’s a tiny blemish in the context of a blissful two hours.

While there’s not a lot of rock’n’roll going on, this is undoubtedly an album for the arenas: huge singalong pop hooks and beats and riffs to get blood pumping.

Broken Diamond House is thoughtful, confessional and finds the hilarity in both larger issues and life’s insignificant annoyances.

Working through his life events like chapters, he reenacts out anecdotes about his childhood, experiences of homophobia, and his relationship with his first love.

Treleaven’s sharp delivery incorporates a lot of physical humour; he acts out his stories with violent and excitable gestures, and uses body language and facial expressions to carry many jokes.

“This is our last song, then we’re gonna get out of this hellish situation,” says Tatum, before clarifying, “only weather-wise! Spirit-wise it’s been awesome.”

There’s no encore because once they’ve left the stage, that’s the end of the illusion.

Heartthrob is arguably a collection of ‘singles’ but also a strong and cohesive album.