After an explosive launch in Sydney, Astral People, with the help of Two Bright Lakes, brought their smooth times to Melbourne's newly refreshed RAOB GAB Buffalo Club.

Wintercoats, the moniker for Melbourne lad James Wallace, warmed the room with his picturesque songs, building them up from nowhere. A thud of his thumb on the bout of his violin becomes his percussion accompaniment, while gentle vocals repeatedly washing over one other roll into the harmonies behind his own soft voice. Never one to shy away from a good cover tune, Delicate Position blended into a romantic rendering of The Weeknd’s The Party and The Afterparty, bringing humility to the song. While Wintercoats is just one young man on stage, he is hardly lonely; stomping instructions to his looping pedals and crooning vulnerably to his audience. His set radiated a comforting naivety, expressed through buoyant keyboard melodies and opulent swells of violin. Each song blooms from nothing to fully-flourished pieces of art.

Sydney’s Bon Chat Bon Rat has a live production that is mature and finely tuned; each song a gentle balance of calculations and effortlessness. Between the undulating surges of keyboard and subtle bass guitar, eccentric bleeps bounce in and out to break through the cloudy curtain built by the three men on stage. Every individual chime bounces around one another, like carefully regimented rain, dodging its way through a synthesised haze, each pastel-coloured stage light illuminating a different noise or point-of-view within the songs. Nothing about Bon Chat Bon Rat’s performance is jolting or abrupt; velvety synthesiser noises tenderly blend in and out. Making an appearance was their own rendition of Anything But The Girl’s Missing; a cool mix the original early 90’s nostalgia and Bon Chat Bon Rat’s own contemporary pop appeal.

One part Adelaide and one part Sydney; Collarbones are a duo who took more of an augmented approach. Though soaked in brash futuristic appeal, 1970’s rhythm and blues diffuses through; Marcus Whale’s silky voice the perfect vehicle. Bright prangs of light flared vivid colours to match the bold aura of each tune played. Amongst a harrowing mesh of drum machine, Ghost in my Head creates a contrast between the brazen noises blaring from the monitors, via Travis Cook’s MacBook, and Whale’s eager and persuasive vocals. The duo’s last song turned into an impromptu, crowd-included a capella of Jennifer Lopez’s Jenny from the Block when an assumed blown fuse cut the sound. Though Collarbones’ live adventures ooze ego, they use it to the advantage, winning over the audience and convincing them, just a little, to move.