Locals Los Huevos are getting a damn good reception for a support band, and an early-playing support band at that. Kicking their set off at 7:45PM, they’ve relegated to the side of the stage; seemingly dwarfed by the size of the space.

Fitting, as the last time I saw them was closing out the final night at now deceased haunt The Troubadour, with at least sixteen other people jamming on the tiny stage with them. It speaks volumes that their unique indie-psych laced surf rock sounds the best I’ve heard them yet. Even with all members wedged off to the left hand side of the stage, the sound fills out the cavernous Tivoli quite well; the word on the street is that they’ve sold out of their album at all Dandy shows. Quite a feat!

The Dandy Warhols appear on stage as shadowy figures; a straight line of backlit silhouettes. Opening number ‘Be In’ is given an extended intro, but when the riff finally hits and Courtney Taylor-Taylor’s wavering voice flows over it, the crowd cheers and welcomes the Warhols back to Brisbane. Hit ‘We Used To Be Friends’ appears rather early in the set. It’s a shame that the songs seems to be over rather quickly, with the band powering through it. It’s an early highlight, and leads into ‘Not If You Were The Last Junkie On Earth’. ‘Holding Me Up’ is the first song where keyboard player/vocalist Zia McCabe has something to do, yet she plays it the same as she’s done (and indeed, the rest of the band has done) for the set so far; disaffected and seemingly oblivious to the enthusiastic crowd. As far as performances goes, its miles ahead of the disappointing Parklife 2010 show, and the music is undeniably the attraction for the show.

The songs never really deviate from the recorded versions. There’s no extended psych rock jams, and besides the tempo being slightly faster, there’s nothing extra here (besides an awesome solo version of ‘Every Day Should Be A Holiday’ by Courtney). That said, songs that still hold up after high rotation in my personal playlist for x amount of years, and still hold enough to get me and the other 900-odd punters in the crowd jumping around and screaming lyrics is commendable at worst, and fantastic at best. The Dandy Warhols are definitely at the higher end of that spectrum.