The last time Bag Raiders wrecked similar amounts of havoc on Sydney’s nocturnal set was a month or so ago at the Metro for Van She’s all ages Ze Vemixes show. The combination of underage kids, kids old enough to not-so-surreptitiously buy them alcohol, and the relentless stream of killer tracks from the Sydney-based duo not surprisingly resulted in the bar being prematurely wrenched shut and a hefty police presence in the sidelines, much to everyone’s inconvenience and chagrin. Their sold out Shooting Stars single launch at the Oxford Art Factory last Saturday harboured just as much messy revelry, only this time everyone hadn’t unwittingly managed to sober up by midnight. Half the crowd probably couldn’t even spell ‘sober’ by midnight.

Celebrating the big news that is their recent signing to Modular, the Bag Raiders boys, Chris and Jack, shared the modestly-sized OAF stage with Van She Tech, Magic Happens, Bang Gang, and as usual, a few generous handfuls of glassy-eyed hangers-on. It’d be difficult to imagine anything less than a small army to launch Bag Raider’s first single with the trendsetting label, Shooting Stars being the hopelessly charming and addictive cosmic romp that is. For a track that warrants a video clip filled with cyber-babes hanging out in cyber-bars and cruising precariously through outer space atop a couple of sweet rides, an enormous night heralding its arrival was only to be expected.

An early set from the brilliantly-mustachioed Van She Tech pair had them well and truly in their element – pop, as always, enjoying pride of place as they dropped Calvin Harris, Madonna and Tiga tracks to the elated howls of an already riled-up crowd. A well-placed Armand Van Helden favourite easily sent them, erm, bonkers.

At this point the security had all but given up blocking the way to the stage from the floor, as every man (and quite possibly his dog – it was hard to tell) made their way up and down the stairs at leisure, presumably just because they could. Bag Raiders announced their long-awaited appearance of the night with a brief techno edit of Shooting Stars, holding the crowd in mild raptures before unleashing the suitably upbeat produce of Passion Pit, Friendly Fires, Metronomy, and of course their own Turbo Love and Fun Punch jams. Safe-bet tracks of the night proved to be the thrice-played Miike Snow’s Animal, Dance Area’s AA 24/7, and just about anything from Tiga. By the time Bag Raiders played Shooting Stars in its entirety, they had the entire room wrapped even more tightly around their little fingers, proving just what a powerhouse this song really is.

Following that was everyone’s favourite ginger, Hoodrat, flying the Bang Gang flag solo without partner in crime, Jamie Doom, opening his set with Tiga’s melodramatic opus (of sorts), Love Don’t Dance Here Anymore. Exhibiting the patience of a saint while the expanding throng of messy stage dwellers encroached more and more into his personal space, he dutifully put the evening to bed. The sweaty gathering slowly made their way back out onto Oxford Street to kick on at some other club that, chances are, had Shooting Stars blaring out of their own soundsystems to an enraptured crowd at least once at that night too.