|At 9:30 they appear, first Meg - spectral in a stunning white trouser suit - then Jack - resplendent in red. The place goes mad, Contact Music gets the shivers. |
What follows is a sublime exhibition of the art - thunderously loud, fiercely intelligent, completely original and utterly meaningful. The new tracks have already been elevated to favourite status, '7 nation army' storms like Zep + the Pixies, whilst their rendition of 'I just don't know what to do with myself', is banging, tear jerking and magical.
The biggest cheer of the evening comes when Meg alights her stool to deliver, 'Cold cold night' - none sweeter, Contact music's crush is elevated to a childish obsession.
Add Jack's fantastic flair for showmanship - he is the finest guitarist of his era - and you have a spectacle the like of which even this hallowed place has rarely seen.
Sir, Madam, your carriage to the Pantheon waits.