Eliza Goetze, Journalist

The set rounded out with some warm, out-and-out ‘90s R&B funkiness, before Champain Lyf DJs stepped in to keep the dancefloor hot.

Even more mesmerising than his falsetto – which at times reminds of Passion Pit’s Michael Angelakos – was when it leapt to a guttural growl, as it did in a frenetic finale.

There was no fooling anyone at Oxford Art last night, though – Mikhael Paskalev is surely one of the nicest boys in indie-pop around.

It’s shows like this that remind you that music is the best kind of art – the kind that leaves your ears ringing and still wanting more.

Everyone danced like crazy and nobody worried that they didn’t look terribly chic – now that’s a super cool festival.

Everybody had a damn good time. Beyonce, you better watch out.

Judging by a lot of the Heaps Decent crew’s stage names, they’re never growing up – and why grow up when you’ve got the world at your feet? It might sound corny but tonight it felt real, as Ra’$$el Cool sang: “One day I’mma make it/See an opportunity coming I’m gonna take it/I’m a future star, the galaxy is close I can feel it”.

Franz Ferdinand have still got all the right words and all the right actions.