The foot-drumming began, fittingly reminiscent of a dragon dance, growing louder and louder until finally Fires took the stage.
"It's my first - our first - time in China," announced lead singer Ed Macfarlane, who injected the crowds with his pulsating energy from the get-go, dancing and moving on stage as if his whole life existed for this performance alone. Strobe lights and stimulating patterns covered the walls, in time with the electronic, thrusting tones of the band: it was like being invited into their galaxy.
As they played a heartfelt and eclectic mix of tracks from both their albums - kicking off with Blue Cassette, from their second record - the floor quaked with the fans' energy. There was the usual bunch with iPhones held high, recording the action on stage. Others waved their hands in the air or danced to their disco-esque grooves.
Friendly Fires showed the same passion and diversity as the fans that live for their music. Out came the saxophone, the trumpet, and a maraca, all adding to their relentless, high-tempo tunes. Paris, a much-loved song, created a stir that may well have reached the European city itself.
By far the highlight was Macfarlane's interaction with his audience. While the acoustics in the hall may have taken the sharp edge off the inventive, vigorous electro-indie beats, Macfarlane more than made up for it: he was like a monkey on a sugar high - he bounded around, shifting from the stage, to the filming platforms and, best of all, into the heart of the crowd itself, dancing with his fans as though it was his first time on a dance floor.
After a frenetic, laser-beamed encore - testament to the devotion of Friendly Fires to its fans - the crowd still wanted more. Sadly the band faded quietly into the fog. But their music is fixed in our minds.