Her contrite words were aimed at some of her younger relatives as, apparently, "Auntie Shirley" isn't usually so coarse. That was the only concession to the passing of time in an otherwise strident performance.

It was also a chatty display. Manson's words covered everything from the impact of Scottish culture abroad to her relationship with her former Goodbye Mr McKenzie band member and boyfriend Martin Metcalfe, who she now both "loves and hates".

Such emotional confession might be good for the soul, but while Manson's banter took a somewhat cathartic approach, her band's music remained pummelling throughout a career-spanning set. A selection from new record Not Your Kind Of People was fairly mixed, although Automatic Systematic Habit stylishly indicated the band's grunge pop nous has not been lost during their several year-long hiatus.

Still, it was always going to be older moments pushing through, from a magnificently sleazy Queer to a #1 Crush that was played with substantial menace hanging over it, while the expected big hitters like Stupid Girl were delivered in thumping, energetic fashion.

Yet although the noise was impressively delivered, it's still Manson that commands the attention away from her bandmates. Garbage's material can sometimes become a tad bogged down, grinding away, but Manson's lithe, livewire movements provided a central dynamo which powered up even the more lacklustre tracks. She strutted, twirled and pivoted, while her voice was as strikingly forceful as ever, especially on valedictory versions of Push It and Only Happy When It Rains. A flipping good show, as she no doubt described it to the young uns.

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