The music aside - and that’s not easily said when such a classic catalogue is concerned - the spectacle of an audience in rapture over a band hammering out music which isn’t even its own, on as grand a scale as a near packed arena can provide, is only a tribute to the genius behind the Floyd.
The band were tight, epic and every bit as convincing as the real thing, save for the obligatory Aussie “G’Day” at the close of the first half of the set.
It’s hard to imagine that before such a jubilant crowd was one of the darkest masterpieces of modern rock. But judging by some of the over zealous dancing in the isle, there was certainly a lighter side of the moon.
In a lot of ways, this was a wintry note to begin the Summer Pops, but there will be an eclectic range of music, from Aswad to Deacon Blue, from McFly to Leonard Cohen.
The Aussie Floyd are not the most remarkable outfit to look at; the jeans, the T-shirt, the trainers; they almost look like Status Quo turning up to mime at the wrong gig.
That said, the mix of a rock tour de force with one of the most impressive pieces of stagecraft the arena has yet seen ... if you missed last night, in their words: “You would wish you were there”.
