OUTSIDE the snow is swirling.

Inside, Mark Oliver Everett has his band timed with masterful precision, a feat of nature and engineering.

Eels, in their current incarnation, are touring a 10th studio album, Wonderful, Glorious, and are as mischievously upbeat as the title suggests.

With Eels the fun is in discovering what's next, Everett's bluntly honest offerings are autobiographical and changing with his luck.

The early days, flavoured by a Shakespearean level of tragedy (his mother dead of tongue cancer, his physicist father felled by a heart attack, his sister's suicide and a cousin perishing in one of the 9/11 flights), could often be slightly grim.

But this tour is raucous and rowdy, lithe and spiky, mixing growling guitars with the chance to "smell the peach blossom".

Some wear kilts to signify they are in Scotland, Mr E and his troupe are in matching blue Adidas tracksuits to signify they are in Glasgow. Well, OK. This is just their current uniform, a change from flat caps and lengthy beards.

A cover of Itchycoo Park, while lovely, feels like a criminal waste of a set list place from a man with a catalogue spanning back to 1992, if you include his solo work.

For one encore – there are two – they perform Fresh Feeling and a brilliant mash up of the two tracks sadly given over to the Shrek films, My Beloved Monster and Mr E's Beautiful Blues.

At the end, as often happens, a treat for those dedicated and in the know: Eels come back, with the house lights up, and perform two extra songs.

Outside the snow is still swirling and inside there is sunshine.

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