Andy Hazel, Journalist

Impressive, but then he is, as the T-shirts at the merch table scream in red-on-black bold type, “Johnny Fuckin Marr”.

A penis-themed cover of Weezer’s Undone – The Sweater Song (less faithful than Bored Nothing’s take on it here last month) follows and soon the gig moves into the band’s divisive-but-passionate ‘covers’ section: Takin’ Care Of Business and phenomenally half-assed versions of Enter Sandman and Stairway To Heaven raise the sloppy party vibe and close the set with a very happy audience howling for more.

Andy Hazel predicts that 2014 will be a good year for art, but not for politics.

As Starr shouts whenever presented with a pair of bouncing breasts in his mock-astonished face: “Heavy metal rules!” Tonight, it totally fucking does.

"I would hate to be so jaded or uninspired that I couldn’t appreciate how amazing moments in my life actually are."

While Grigg’s Dylanesque chewing of lyrics softens the otherwise blazingly confident delivery, it’s not enough to undo a pithy set from a great band in an interesting locale.

Returning again for a stunning take on Friction the band share another smile and leave the stage to even louder howling, ending a night that transcends the regurgitation of a classic album.

Yet again, Fuck Buttons move onward, upward and outward blazing a path we’re more than happy to follow.

"You keep on listening more, and as time goes on you think: ‘Ahh, maybe it’s not that good’."