His body is the medium for that voice, which causes him to shudder and shake, as though frustrated by the limits of his corporeal prison.

Despite a mix that virtually eliminated keyboards and favoured bass and drums over vocals that needed all the help they could get, the hits came thick and fast.

Al Jourgensen’s mob have rolled into town for their final ever gigs, and the occasion is a suitably black celebration of their pioneering career.

Unsurprisingly it’s the hits – ‘Valerie’, ‘Oh My God’, ‘Just’ and ‘Stop Me’ – that incite the most manic reactions from the easily-pleased crowd.

It’s roasting in the Big Top. Listless little clouds drift up from the smoke machine. But there is nothing listless about Mr. Baxter and his boys on a night like this.

Rogues’ Gallery – traditional sea songs, pirate ballads and chanteys, interpreted and performed by an eclectic mix of artists – is part high art, part punk aesthetic.

The smell of grass is all-pervasive (which is understandable given that it has been trampled into the mire in the big top for weeks).

After the bomb drops, there will be only our old friends the cockroaches and former Banshees ringleader Siouxsie left.

Super Extra Bonus Party seem to have curtailed much of the contrived lunacy that has often undermined their live shows.

If he’s exhausted from his recent bout of festival activity, it’s not apparent from his performance stomping and working the stage incessantly.