Next Adam took a break for the Muse-penned, shoulda-been-a-Bond-movie-theme epic ballad "Soaked," on which his 17-or-so-octave voice sounded so non-humanly intense that I kind of needed to sit on a stool afterwards myself, just to recover. I also noticed that this was the section of the set when a lot of concertgoers around me started to make out, kissing with much more sloppy enthusiasm than they actually had at midnight. Seriously, it was like Adam Lambert was the glam-pop Barry White, or like Spanish fly had been dosed in everyone's champagne at that moment. The audience liplocking continued during the slinky "Sleepwalker," then everyone started dancing again to the Lady Gaga co-penned, Scissor Sisters-soundalike floor-filler "Fever," about which Adam amusingly revealed: "[Gaga and I] got really drunk when we recorded it...I'm not promoting alcoholism, but long live rock 'n' roll!" Then he took a swig from a flask, and I of course raised my own glass to that sentiment. It was New Year's Eve, after all.