It's the Sound of Silver - shiny bright and, for tonight's Mandela Hall audience, oh so precious. Catapulted in from the previous day's turn at Electric Picnic, LCD Soundsystem are primed to discharge their mechanoid rock to a deliriously receptive Mandela Hall audience. The drummer strong-arms rhythms out of his cowering kit as the rest of the band bustle into position. The guitar begins to chug like a runaway train, the bass to writhe and wriggle like a hapless Houdini and we wait for James Murphy.
At last he comes shuffling into the spotlight, ole grizzly himself, all sharp stubble, soft paunch and, when he opens his mouth, sheer primal energy. James Murphy is getting innocuous, bawling about Daft Punk playing at his house, becoming riled up about 'North American Scum'. He is casually and, at times, ridiculously intense. The microphone seized in a white knuckle grip, as if it were a jackpot-winning lottery ticket, rivulets of sweat running down his face, catching a fever. It's contagious.
The audience delight in Murphy and band's exertions, the triumphant performance coming to a suitably grandstanding close with 'Yeah' (brain-searing version). The musicians are exacting some sort of revenge upon their instruments, pounding and prolonging, stretching the moment out. When the encore comes it is soothing, Murphy in croon-control for the sweet serenade of 'New York I Love You, But You're Bringing Me Down', delivering the final, ecstatic release.