Girlpool never fails to make me feel as though I’ve had my heart stomped on several times by a platform Doc Marten… heartbroken and moved, but in a punky ‘indie’ kind of way.

Girlpool’s Brisbane Festival set was reflective of exactly what I love about the indie music scene.

There’s just something about the hustle of small artists like Cleo and Harmony running their own merch stand and chatting to the crowd as if they were pals from down the road that makes me feel so incredibly warm and fuzzy.

Awash with the pink festival flurry the two took to the stage, performing a plethora of tracks both old and of their new album, What Chaos is Imaginary.

This band never fail to make me feel as though I’ve had my heart stomped on several times by a platform Doc Marten… heartbroken, but in a punky ‘indie’ kind of way.

I can confidently confirm that Girlpool’s brilliant music is best consumed live to get this full effect.

As the set progressed I realised there was something missing – we had the music, the token guy with a mullet bopping along at the front and good tunes.

The venue.

Part of me was left yearning for something a little more dim-lit and intimate to reflect the crowd size and the fact that it was a quiet Wednesday night after all.

Despite my uncertainty of the selected venue and day of the week, the soft angelic tones plucked by badass bass playing Harmony are still nestled fondly in my mind.

I don’t think I’ve EVER been to such an intimate show.

Girlpool, playing the parts of chillest international musos ever, worked their own merch desk, chatted to the crowd, and then climbed on stage and got right into it.

The set flew by, feeling more like a meet up than a big-time show, with Cleo and Harmony stopping every now and then to talk Netflix shows and koala cuddles with the crowd.

While the small venue may have made the aforementioned intimacy slightly awkward at points, it was overall a fun, laid back event for a laid back Wednesday night.

I wonder if things fall flat simply because it’s a Wednesday night?

I’ve experienced this feeling of “the crowd is tired and the performer doesn’t like us” before at Brisbane Festival events.

This band would have been much better showcased in an intimate, low-lit, seated venue.

They artists tried to make contact, and then got a bit snide.

I loved their music, btw.