Phoenix, Manchester Academy, 11 February

We're less than a minute in, and Phoenix's touring support Thomas Hedlund strikes his drums with brute force, packing a punch into Entertainment that threatens to puncture eardrums. His energy literally lifts him out of his seat.

Frontman Thomas Mars introduces Lasso with his teen-boy pleads, harking back to 2009's Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix. He swings his body to and from the audience; a chorus of screams greets him. The atmosphere leaks the pre-pubescent excitement of one's first concert. The band's Californian-summer records each carry their own hook, and, played live, the likes of Trying to Be Cool have an anthemic glow, their rejuvenating power-pop translating without fault. Six-strong, the men from Versailles are a rigorously tight unit.

Signature tracks like Armistice and 1901 make the cut, but we're invited to revisit 2006's It's Never Been Like That with the endlessly hopeful Consolation Prizes, where innocent guitar riffs induce bopping with a teenage vigour. After an already hefty set, there's a trio of 'thank you and goodbye' tracks, starting with a delicate, stripped down rendition of Countdown, where Mars' soft vocals assume the role of a lullaby, and a firm slap in the face from Funky Squaredance, its smooth 80s grooves and artificial-sounding vocals fitting for a Daft Punk album (the pair actually surprised Phoenix's performance at Madison Square Garden in 2010. Finally, the shameless glam-rock solos step back for a more scandalous affair, as Rome's melancholic, heartfelt chorus chimes over palm-muted staccato riffs.