The opening act, Restless Heart, presented a 45-minute set of synthesizer-glossed corn-pop that managed to be schlocky, grandstanding and dull all at once. The five-piece band drew appreciative whoops despite a lackluster performance made up mostly of blandiose romantic ballads in the tradition of such denizens of the pop dustbin as Firefall.

The Trumpification of the Latin American Right

This was the worke of God, that hée might ſeparate the Pure from the Impure: that is to ſay, that he might reduce the more pure and Ethereal Mercury, the more pure and inextinguible Sulphur, the more pure, and more fixed ſalte, into ſhyning and inextinguible Starres and Lights, into a Chriſtalline and Dyamantine ſubſtance, or moſt ſimple Bodie, which is called Heauen, the higheſt, and fourth formall Element, and that from the ſame, the Formes as it were ſéedes, might be powred forth into the moſt groſſe elements, to the generation of all things.

The lyrics are different: gone are the dreamy, un-self-conscious proclamations of affection from the EP (which was reissued with additional tracks), replaced with vividly dark broodings, thick with doubt and fear.