The vast stage of Spark arena was bare. Pushed unceremoniously to the sides was a live band, arranged in profile so you couldn't really make out too much of what they were doing or even how many musicians there were. A giant screen projected a hazy, deep red sun. And a ninja swung an extremely pointy blade with careless precision.
Yes, a ninja.
Last night Kendrick Lamar put on one helluva show. Along with the ninja there were pyrotechnics galore, which saw the back of the stage regularly erupting in flame, a choreographed kung-fu fight and a whole lot of impressive visuals that showed everything from retro karate films to King Kong to American news reports on police brutality.
But mostly it was all Lamar. By rights he should have been dwarfed by that vast, empty stage. Instead he prowled and strutted and jumped around, making it look like it could barely contain him.
As for the sold out crowd, well, they could barely contain themselves. At times, like on the infectiously bouncy King Kunta, the woozy B**ch, Don't Kill My Vibe and the staunchly sparse Element, it resembled a raucous block party that had swelled to encompasses the whole neighbourhood.