Carly Packer, Journalist

"[O]ne hell of a day."

"It feels like they’re playing to a room full of old friends."

"Minutes before the band are due to come out on stage, the crowd is reeling with excitement, with chants of 'Jet! Jet! Jet!' hammering on the ceiling."

"For those at the back of the room, the best view we get is off the mobile phone screen of the person in front of us."

"What was once a shady sanctuary suddenly becomes a writhing, grinding mass of bodies all getting down and dancing together."

"By the time it's over, it feels like we're just tiny beings floating in an ocean of their capabilities and talents, trying not to drown."

"There's a few gleaming cheeks and quickly wiped-away tears as the choir of voices reverberating through the venue echoes on for what seems like an age."