Half-an-hour of pan-continental lunacy later and we begin to warm to the canvas-pop interface.
And apparently we're not the only ones, because when Lush glide into '500 (Shake Baby Shake)', there's a universal outbreak of snogging, communal singing and brandishing of gigantic inflatable hammers. Forget the ethereal-mimsy of yesteryear, the kids just want to hear 'Ladykillers,' go berserk and then hang around misty-eyed to watch the Cardigans.
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