Representing the Talking Heads fan’s dream come true, this concert cherry-picked tracks from the band’s fruitful string of recordings with Eno and bent them into yet more vibrant, inventive shapes.

A fevered response was waiting for Byrne as he took to the stage dressed entirely in white utility clothing, looking like the uncle Joe 90 never had. Both the band and dancers were kitted out in the same anonymous attire.

Last year’s Byrne/Eno collaboration Everything That Happens Happens Today translated seamlessly into a live context – hardly surprising given the record’s grounding in “proper” songs – but an electrifying reading of I Zimbra set the precedent for the night.

This was a real show; each song was given an entirely different atmosphere and treatment, from clever changes in the lighting to the increasingly creative choreography.

The dancers flew about behind Byrne, framed him, and used a series of bizarre shapes to punctuate the guitar lines.

He, too, joined in the fun, becoming part of a series of set-pieces as he played his wiry, dynamic brand of guitar.

It took a blistering reading of Crosseyed And Painless to get this predominantly 30/40-something audience out of their seats, but they would rarely return as a series of groove-ridden tracks continued.

“You’re going to be our guinea pigs,” Byrne explained before performing a newly worked-up version of Moonlight In Glory from My Life In The Bush Of Ghosts.

It was a bit of a mystery how a band would bring tracks from a vocal-less, sample-led record to the stage, but it was remarkably effective, with Byrne himself barking the words from the samples into the mic.

With only the rarest deviations from Byrne/ Eno material (including an incendiary encore which saw Byrne and his band inexplicably wearing tutus), the band breathed a new immediacy into recordings that already sounded fresh for their age.

The only incongruities were some of the more structured songs from the last record (perhaps unsurprising given they were written three decades later), but it was one of these songs that closed the evening three encores later.

It seems particularly pertinent that a man unaccustomed to looking over his shoulder should finish up a set full of past glories on a song called Everything That Happens Happens Today.