There's a certain gauche sentimentality that looms over every tribute band, a sort of nagging sense of self-indulgence and purposelessness.

Should't we all just move on and put our hard-earned money the way of artists creating new, original and exciting work, rather than trading in on past glories?

The noble answer to this question is obviously yes. But hold on, we're talking about The Who here. Ok, not really The Who, but a band that did a pretty convincing job of conveying the energy and dynamism of the original outfit.

Storming into the entire Live At Leeds set, Who's Who faithfully recreated every lick, fill and riff with consummate musicianship. Entwistle had the same fluid bass style, Daltrey the same blistering vocals, Townshend the same power and control.

But the real star was on drums, and so seemingly close to the real thing it was uncanny. As with the actual band, such was their virtuosity and stage presence that each member could make a compelling case for being the 'front man', and tonight Keith made his with aplomb, as I'm sure he really did all those years ago.