At the end of the hottest week of the year so far, Alasdair, Mahoney, and I find ourselves in the sweatbox that is the Brixton Academy - no air conditioning, no open doors, 30 degrees outside, let’s do this. We are none of us tall men, but knowing we will need access to water throughout the night decide to accept our fate and not attempt to get anywhere near the front. We park up in front of the sound desk (oh god, the ability to lean) and are soon pummelled for 2 hours by one of the best live bands going. There is a point about half way through that I genuinely think I might faint, but after that I rally. It is banger after banger, with all the expected main set songs (Tonite, Tribulations, Someone Great, Home), the two newer cuts New Body Rhumba and X-Ray Eyes that I’ve not had much before, and some nice treats thrown into the mix (45:33 parts 1 and 2! Starting with Oh Baby! American Dream! North American Scum!). This is my fifth time seeing LCD Soundsystem and I still haven’t got Us V. Them, but one day. Having sweated through the rest of it, when we get to the inevitable and beloved final triple of Dance Yrself Clean, New York I Love You, and All My Friends, all bets are off. The drop in Dance is still one of the best moments in a concert you’ll ever find. The extended outro of NY is so much more intense than on the album version. And the sweaty, joyous, emotional rapture of All My Friends (albeit at a noticeably slower tempo in their comparatively old age now), the backing vocals being screamed back at them, is everything. Sadly not everything is Working Men’s Club, a frontman too busy posing at being cool to actually manage anything of interest.