Last time we caught The Ting Tings was at Chop Suey about three people back. This time, they're at Key Arena, tiny action-figures, and we can hit the ceiling with our spit.

The Ting Tings really should've exhausted their ten-song 2008 debut by now, but the endless promotion and escalating sizes of their crowds, which peaked at one of the main stages at this year's Glastonbury Festival, has only let them tweak the album into something more direct and danceable. Something better.

"Fruit Machine" and "Great DJ" are teased out with new, wonky introductions and extend-o-rama climaxes, the whole set segues within itself with no real breaks, and everything's given a more thunderous, almost Chemical Brothers-level of bass. "That's Not My Name" sounds as snowballingly brilliant as ever. We never used to rate "Shut Up & Let Me Go," but the band's tongue-in-cheek stage-tactic of halting the song, hands stock-still in the air, holding it (holding it), riding the tension before — whoomp! — unleashing the rest, vocalist Katie White pounding away on a single sideways drum, romping it up, is too infectious for words.

With only two members, The Ting Tings are a minimal pop band, but for them to write songs with such simplicity rails against the way bands of the last decade, especially of the indie stripe, continue to hide their small ideas under layers of sound and band-members and instruments.

The Ting Tings are beat. The Ting Tings are melody.

What they do is fucking hard.

And P!nk?

Bong! We've heard, we th!nk, about half a song by her before.

Bong! It's pleasantly mad! The set's full of enjoyable dance-fests, horr!ble arena-country-w!thout-the-twang, s!ngles l!ke "Trouble," "So What," and "Get The Party Started," covers of Gnarls Barkley, Queen, Led Zeppel!n, and — wh!le vamp!ng it up on a sofa w!th human arms wr!th!ng out of it — what sounds l!ke a slowed-down, tr!p-hop take on "I Touch Myself" by The D!v!nyls. It's always enterta!n!ng, in a very spec!f!c way, to watch masses of fans roar for songs we never knew ex!sted.

Bong! Let's assume P!nk's funhouse theme ton!ght is only an unfortunate co!nc!dence to Br!tney Spears' recent C!rcus. Wh!le Br!tney took the idea to an unbel!evable extreme, a dazzl!ng and horr!fy!ng, Orwell!an bondage pop-spectacle for the ages, P!nk's is less gaudy if more non-comm!ttal. But? She tools around the elaborate setup of trapeze art!sts and g!ant inflatable jesters w!th a touch of hyperact!v!ty and self-deprecat!on — hooray! — dressed as, in no part!cular order, a Vegas harlequ!n, Sgt. Pepper, a goth w!zard, and M!lla Jovov!ch in 'The F!fth Element'.

Low expectat!ons are great.

How many shows have a p!llow f!ght?