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A surprise revisiting of Leftfield/Lydon’s banging ‘90s club anthem, Open Up, which proves that, whether aiming for the mind or body, Lydon knows the truth never misses.

What made the show so damn good was the impressive state of Lydon’s voice, now a strong instrument of demonic operatics and something akin to Tuvan throat singing.

Sexist pig? Misunderstood provocateur? Doddering blowhard? As long as John Lydon can perform shows like he does tonight, keep old white people dancing in a euphoric haze of memories from ‘that one trip to Ibiza’, is it really going to make much of a difference?

"Call me ‘cunt’, if you like, but this is an honest cunt, ‘cause I don’t know how to be any other kinda cunt."