The Cult are a band known for their big, ballsy rock with extra lashings of mysticism and gothic tendencies.

This is what I was hoping to see tonight, a throwback to when rock still had an air of cool aloofness and that ‘fuck you’ attitude. And although Ian Astbury was suffering from supposed food poisoning, the guys played a blistering set. They stormed through the ‘Electric’ album from start to finish, leaving only their cover of 'Born To Be Wild' out of the set (good idea!). 

Ian paced the stage with signature tambourine in hand like a caged panther, stopping only long enough to spit venom at the crowd. He called out a guy filming the whole show on his phone, reminding the audience to “live in the moment and enjoy the show!”

Ian tried hard to elicit a more enthusiastic response from a lukewarm Tuesday night crowd, goading them to keep up with the band. And boy, was the band in top form. Billy Duffy led the charge, crafting blistering guitar solos and big hefty riffs that kept on coming. They ended the evening playing a 'best of' selection of tracks, with a crowd highlight being 'She Sells Sanctuary'. This got the biggest response from the obviously fatigued crowd. 

Finally, after a three song encore that ended with a bowel shaking version of 'Sun King', the tired but appreciative crowd left the venue regaling each other with stories of faded memories of rock concerts past and muttering that “The Cult have still got it”.