BY GAVIN PAUL

Really, any combination of drum and bass could have served to fuel the grassy discoteca Perry put together with his new stage, regardless of the talent behind the DJ thrown-in-the-round. Not to say that standing in the middle of it all didn't pulse something intoxicatingly physical. That was kind of the point, glow sticks and all – even if in reality it was pretty standard entry-level electronica.

On the festival circuit, large accolades go to Bonnaroo for integrating a little character into each stage, as a destination. Lollapalooza has been chastised for its corporate strings, but Sir Perry, your namesake gala, with the expanded grounds and crossover house super acts like Empire of the Sun headlining – with choreographed dance troupes and trees to climb – put on a good show.

Of the highlights on Sunday, a hot hour of converging irony saw it best, bodies full sweat into the rise and charge of scheduled Aussies Dirty South. Friends mouthed over the sound waves "filthy" and "crunchy" to each other, when the arms cuing the release revealed himself to be MSTRKRFT's JFK, to cheers en mass. I hate to say something like ignorance is bliss, because everyone there was well aware of how to give their body over to their minds, in soul shaking fury – myself included.