It's a Friday night in Melbourne at the edge of summer - so naturally, the outfit du jour is raincoats and ponchos. Drizzle turns into a steady downpour through the night, but Scottish band Franz Ferdinand feels right at home - "like playing in a park in Glasgow," says frontman Alex Kapranos.
A bit of rain doesn't deter the band, or the crowd, from partying like it's 2004.
Franz Ferdinand were poster boys for what's affectionately (or derisively, depending on who's saying it) referred to as "indie sleaze" - that noughties era of angular guitar, skinny jeans and an insatiable thirst for the dancefloor. Kapranos, one of two remaining original members, might be in his 50s now, but all that means is that he's grown even further into his sonorous baritone, always rich beyond its years.