Most of the night’s play list was devoted to the new album Barking but there was no shortage of flashbacks – or flash, really. Amidst a Manchurian light show clearly designed to brainwash jaded New Yorkers into some kind of ecstatic secret action, old and new material from Oblivion with Bells, Second Toughest in the Infants, Beaucoup Fish and Dubnobasswithmyheadman became simply timeless. “Always Loved a Film,” “Scribble”, “Crocodile”, “Cowgirl”, “King of Snake” could easily have come from the same album – no small feat considering the rotation of guest band members over the decades. Invariably, the youthquake touchstone “Born Slippy” delivered the most cathartic moment, its synth breakdown awash in a flood of white light as Karl jumped about from speaker to speaker, commanding “Lager, lager, lager!”

Of all the usual suspects who joined in the chant – the hipster bloggerati, the manicured cubs, the squealing girls in loose tops, the trashy-stylish Euros, the old-school heads who refuse to rave gently into the good light – it was the newbie by the VIP bathroom who said it best – “I had no idea a techno band could be so moving.”