Catriona Stewart's verdict: three stars

Dreadlocks slightly greying at the parting, Snoop Dogg has segued nicely from one generation's moral danger to the next's cuddly nostalgia trip.

For the average rapper it would be tough to take them seriously after having been buried up to their neck by Katy Perry in a candy kingdom but Snoop pulls it off.

His four glamorous, scantily clad lapdancers and crew of hype men seem incongruous on a stage previously occupied by the glamorous Paloma Faith and the Lumineers' lovely folk rock. But that, ladies and gentlemen, is part of the joy of T.

After ten minutes of the hype man (how does one acquire a hype man? What a marvellous thing, to have someone follow you round literally singing your praises) stirring the "Glasgow" crowd to a frenzy - or at least trying - Snoop wanders on, his very walk a laconic drawl.

The crowd is one of the largest T gatherings so far this weekend. Louche and confident, he slicks through I Wanna Love You, Nuthin But a 'G' Thang, Bow Wow and Wet.

A medley of his most accessible hits gives the crowd something to dance wildly to: Drop It Like It's Hot and The Next Episode.

As the set closes, he thanks Glasgow - what's a little geography between friends? - and plays out with Young Wild and Free, his anthem.

Snoop is ideal T fodder. He has never been a particular trouble maker, purely a hedonist, through and through. As are this crowd, as the skies darken and the real fun begins.