Smoke pots belch out welcoming plumes and the largest crowd the main stage has yet seen come greet the warmest band of the day. Danny O’Reilly, tousled and chipper, is beyond pleased to see us. “You look amazing!” he says. “That is beautiful, thank you!”. Hell, he’d buy us all a drink if he could. The Coronas really know how to come on strong.

Even seduction techniques might be better served with an edge, though, a move not taken from the well-thumbed playbook. The Coronas follow a tried-and-tested formula for bright, sharp rock: stolid rhythms, lyrics lacquered in obvious emotion, guitars that crunch politely and jab when required. “It’s harder than it looks,” O’Reilly sings on Heroes or Ghosts, and unobjectionable as this is, you’ve really got to take his word for it.

In Three Words: Complexity can wait.

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