This is the first time that London’s Prego have graced the stage at Leeds’ Trash – and they are well and truly on fire.

Steranko’s songs could be secondary in comparison to their larger-than-life singer.

There’s a real joy in stumbling across a band with the quality of The Brute Chorus.

Why can you not help but fall in love with Jaguar Love? Well true, for starters they do kick out some divine electro-pop gems, but as a live band they are a whirlwind to behold and a flamboyant force to be reckoned with.

Dads fight with their children at the front of the stage to get the best spots, and the range of ages across the floor is staggering.

The on-stage footage is interspersed with documentary of the band’s before and after show antics, typically involving alcohol and toilet humour.

Lulling the crowd in to unbelievable silence, we are presented with the full force of pure, soulful vocal.

It’s nigh-on impossible to sum up such an emotional spectacle. But on tonight’s form, Radiohead are the best band in the world.

They delivered a great show and left the audience wanting more - which is much better than leaving them wanting less.

There are still moments of quality, but these are all too rare, with none of the new tracks standing out in particular.

She didn’t need to preach, we were already hanging off her every word and movement.

The band seemed to be on good form - engaging with the crowd in their habitually semi-drunk, semi-ironic way, maintaining a phenomenally high work rate, and generally delivering the great show their audience expect.

Big songs, grand intent and above all, passion. All hail Liverpool’s new best kept secret. No maybes about it.