CROWD REACTION: Somewhere between awe, confusion, enjoyment, bewilderment, excitement, fear – your standard response to the Flaming Lips, but we leave more than happy, having forgotten about the drizzle, that it’s not a Friday and we have to go to work in the morning.

STANDOUT MOMENT: Just about the whole thing. When even setting up the stage (done by orange boiler-suit clad roadies who are as much part of the show as anything else) is entertaining you know something is going to happen. Dancers in pink ninja costumes (for the freaky and fumigated ladies of Belfast), Iron Man costumes, giant aliens, the ball in which Wayne rolls into the audience at the start, the psychedelic imagery on the screen, the confetti (more than a WAG’s wedding), the charming-the-pants-off-us front-man (“we’ll come back twice a year, once to play, once to drink!”), nose-cam on the mic-stand, the security men on the building site opposite stealing a free look. Oh, and there was also some damn fine music as well, but listen to the albums for that, live it’s the experience you’re there for.

BELSONIC RATING: 10– one day all gigs will be like this

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