Bentman and Sipn, the first support act, amused themselves onstage to a mixed reaction of the audience. The 2 MCs jumped with all the exuberance they could muster. Just a few people in the audience reciprocated, with a lot in seats choosing not to pay too much attention at all. Exuberant Aussie hip hop just didn’t seem to fit so well in a seated theatre.

It was a different story for Quan. According to him, it’s pronounced “guam”, but don’t be fooled, this is Quan Yeomans, of Regurgitator fame returning in a slicker and quicker reincarnation. A modern day one man band, with computer noises, drum percussion beats accompanying his tiny synth keyboard, electric guitar and motor-mouth verbal diarrhoea style rapping. The diarrhoea was full of imagination and talent, mind you. If you could keep up you might just notice how clever he is; if you couldn’t you would just be impressed at how he could get all the words out so quickly and clearly. He certainly ramped up the crowd’s energy and showed his creativity at the same time. Using different mic effects he kept us on our toes. Gimme Gimme confirmed that throughout it all he remains the down to earth larrikin with lyrics like “only streets I know are ice creams”.

And finally for Peaches, the lady of the night. A choral version of I Touch Myself played loudly and seemed an appropriate introduction to the onslaught of sexual themes that make a Peaches show. Electro sounds then blared and the 3 band members came and stood centre-stage with black hood type things on their heads, before taking their stations ready for Peaches to come out, who was sporting a very large black fluffy get-up which from afar looked like it could be some kind of gorilla-y monster head. This was the first of many costumes and if you didn’t happen to like the music the costumes and theatrics of the event were enough entertainment in themselves.

Talk to Me saw some girls in lingerie with large cousin it wigs covering their whole head escorted on stage to wiggle as much as they could alongside Peaches. Next for Peaches came a pink leotard with massive sleeves to accompany Billionaire. Another performance trick was the use of a projector, so that when she opened the towel she was wearing during Lose You, she had a lady on either side of her singing the chorus. Her Roadie deserves a mention as he allowed Peaches to transition from character to character while still being able to spit out her lyrics forcefully.

She kept the audience in her power the whole time, in fact she seemed to relish in their attention and their vulnerability to her whims. She used them as her platform, quite literally: crowd surfing happened a few times, and then a moment that was meant to be just for the there and then, with no cameras allowed and no twittering allowed, all eyes were to focus on the mistress in charge. She announced: “As Jesus walks on water, Peaches will walk on you”. The crowd complied and she pulled it off, balancing on hands and even managing to throw away phone’s of those minions who tried to disobey her orders.

Neither Peaches nor her band Sweet Machine lowered their energy throughout the performance. A few songs, including (appropriately) Shake Yer Dix were accompanied by her leotard with a massive penis tail that she swung around, skipped over, shook provocatively etc. It was something to be seen to be believed. More phallic items were brought out including some light-saber looking instrument she played provocatively.

Fake Iggy Pop in the form of Connor Rap from the band appeared to amp up the crowd before Kick It. More theatrics as Peaches “collapsed”, and lay still with the audience not knowing whether to believe it or not before Rap had a go at the Roadie, then Peaches got up and spat “blood” all over the lucky front row, who’d already had her pour beer on her earlier in the night. Then off they went for another encore.

Set It Off was the last song of the night. She showed she had the boys in the audience enraptured by convincing them to get their shirts off as part of a competition. Yet to find out if Perth won or not, we were acknowledged with an “I fucking love you Perth you fucking father fuckers”. Should we take that as a compliment? Peaches and Sweet Machine were a full on assault of theatrics, repetitive lyrics, heavy electro rock backing and sexual provocation.

Check out the costumes and antics in Eagle Eye’s gallery