These days Nick Cave cuts a less terrifying, though no less imposing and compelling figure than at the outset of his career. By the end of the show, with his suit shed for a T-shirt (hardly surprising given the ridiculous temperature in the venue) and engaging in banter with audience members, he is more endearing than abrasive, with only occasional reminders of a more out-there past.

He recalls being urinated on from the balcony at his first appearance in Glasgow and wheels out sufficient highlights from his darker pages (Deanna, Hard On For Love and Tupelo) to keep long-term fans amused - though as is usually the case with Cave shows, the focus is on his most recent album. Dig!!! Lazarus, Dig!!! is a curious combination of some of his best lyrics and least remarkable tunes, but for the most part it works well in a live context: the call and response of We Call Upon the Author and the hypnotic riff of More News From Nowhere are the best of the eight songs on display.

In the all-things-to-all-people, crowd-pleasing nature of the show, there is also a selection of trademark ballads, notably Ship Song and Into My Arms, with Cave swapping from guitar to piano, while his devoted audience remain rapt. He remains on a unique musical path, and while there are disappointments along the way (fortunately the mid-life crisis of Grinderman is shelved until later this year) the end result of a Bad Seeds show is always the same - exhilarating and rumbustious, even if lacking the cantankerousness of old.