IT begins in a manner not unbefitting of how it ends a mere 45 minutes later. In walking on-stage and demanding ''Are you mad for it?'', Liam Gallagher was, in hindsight, asking a loaded question. The empty carry-outs outside and cannabis fog over parts of the no-smoking arena should have answered his rhetorical question. Glasgow was, indeed, ''mad for it''.

Following a protracted version of Wonderwall, the band march off after a bottle was allegedly thrown at the stage. Minutes later an announcement goes out that the band ''have never tolerated that sort of behaviour and have left the building''. The idea of Oasis as behavioural role models is as preposterous as their reason for getting out of the building is good. That the ensuing reaction from significant sections of the crowd is racist, violent and loutish, says much about both band and following.

As is often the case with Oasis, the sideshow will grab more self-perpetuating headlines than the show itself, which apart from its brevity was as uninspiring as ever. Brilliantly obvious, Noel Gallagher's songwriting grabs skilfully from the past and never once deviates from its mid-tempo, chart-topping formula. Plodding pub rock, with added egos, seems to be what the audience are ''mad for''.

However, the way the audience turns in the space of 10 minutes shows the weakness of the foundations on which Oasis's success is built. This show, coupled with the decrepitude of the Be Here Now album, has a distinct beginning-of-the-end feel. See you, Oasis.