Jarvis gave it everything, stack-heeled stomps, melodramatic flourishes, furious vogue-ing, and paced it perfectly. If you’ve never seen him in the flesh, you should. The band served up the scuzzy new tunes aided by a plethora of vintage guitars.. more Burnses, Danelectros and Voxes than you could shake a stick at plus, of course, a white Gibson SG three pickup (if you’re going to do glam rock, do it with one of those). Long-time Cocker associate Steve Mackey from Pulp fuzzed it up nicely on bass.

Just about a perfect gig. Shame on those wimps who couldn’t face the jaw-dropping feedback wig-out at the end of ‘You’re In My Eyes’.. you missed ‘Running The World’: more fool you.

What a performer.

Highlights of a blistering day one at Coachella: the reformation of The Jesus And Mary Chain – delighted to see their combination Beach Boys on mescaline attack is undiminished despite advancing years. The quivering presence of Scarlett Johansson on backing vocals was certainly a talking point. The Sound of Sheffield was well represented – the Arctic Monkeys whipping through their street smart tales of youth and bravado with aplomb (but come on Alex, keep knocking out the tunes, no messing about), and a balletic performance from Jarvis Cocker: hampered by equipment troubles, he nevertheless delivered on all levels, musical, oratorial, you name it. Local heroes Silversun Pickups blazed a trail into the desert sky with their shoegazy vigour.

Disappointments were few, but I expected a little more from The Noisettes.. ah, maybe that’s not fair. First up on the day in the sunshine is a tough job.