In retrospect it's a pity America never got Cold Chisel, a band which on Saturday once again proved - even after a lengthy hiatus - it could make raucous bar-room rock'n'roll translate into an arena with thrilling emotional impact.
Maybe it's an antipodean thing, but Chisel's songs touch people here at a level few others can and, with Jimmy Barnes' astonishing vocal power and Ian Moss' fiery but focused guitar work out front, they had the capacity crowd in their hand right from Standing on the Outside as they sweated out one great song after another.
But America never got them - which led Barnes to write the air-punching You Got Nothin' I Want about their US experience - and the irony is that so much of their music is grounded in no-frills, pumped up rhythm and blues (the Bo Diddley substructure of Shipping Steel), boogie-blues and Chuck Berry.
Atop they add lyrics, stories and sentiments which connect with people (the audience sang the incendiary Star Hotel, the achingly melodic and empathetic Flame Trees and Forever Now, Bow River and Khe Sanh right back at them) and there is an unvarnished honesty about how they deliver.
Barnes looked set to bust a blood vessel (as was said of Wilson Pickett: Yes he screams, but he screams notes, it's always melodic) but this was also an intelligently programmed set which delivered light and shade.