LCD Soundsystem, on record, is James Murphy, a great one-man band. Here, backed by a fantastic array of musicians, he is a star.

Those prone to quibble over the audibility of LCD's obvious "influences" (and name an artist who is inspired by nobody) should be struck dumb by the sheer power of the band tonight.

Live, with an able and kinetic band, the poise and sophistication of Murphy's recorded output is transformed into a thrilling noise.

Throughout, they maintain an incredible rhythmic drive, at times reaching the occult power of Can at their most driven, but with none of their excess. What's more, layered with heaps of pop suss, ear-splitting guitar fragments, searing electronics and Murphy's gabbled hectoring, this is rock you can dance to and dance you can rock to. Murphy himself, between his explosive vocals, is a humble presence, looking remarkably like a porkier Daniel Bedingfield.

The first two songs in the set, in particular, are phenomenal. Beat Connection has the crowd frugging in a delighted way, its momentum and velocity irresistable, as is On Repeat, a crackling electro-rock song 10 times as powerful live than on record. The whole set is similarly breathtaking, and the final chants for an encore (which never comes) are not, for once, by rote. We all want more of this mesmerising stuff, and no wonder: music is rarely this exhilarating, joyful or plain inspirational.