Sevana Ohandjanian, Journalist

The real victory on Oddfellows is how in sync the band sound on record after six years.

The crowd bounced along when melody presented itself but it didn’t come easy, the challenge seemingly for us to respect the evolution of Dirty Beaches.

Cloud Nothings managed to revive the garage rock spirit in a night of shouting exultation bound to leave throats scratchy in the morning.

By the time Khan ended the show with a rousing Daniel, screaming with delight back to the audience, there was no doubt we had all become enchanted by Bat For Lashes.

From the thumping Everytime to the borderline inspiring Out Of The Woods, Holy Fire rings with a refreshing surety.

Ending on a buoyant Two Steps, Twice, it served as an astonishing reminder of how far they’ve come, and the exhilarating direction they’re heading in next.

There’s tinkering and percussion aplenty, but it doesn’t ebb and flow, there’s no sense of a climax and, without that, Diaspora is simply an inoffensive collage of sound.

The only regret with True is that there isn’t more.

The encore ended on a heart-warming note, Let Me Be Him’s echoing catch-cry sung by all as perspiration clung to necks and strobe lights finally were dimmed.