The Gallagher brothers, walking out hand-in-hand, presented a united front against years of discord, launching into a 23-song set that felt less like a concert and more like a mass, singalong therapy session.

From the opening swagger of ‘Hello,’ the band was a juggernaut. Already, we were in the thick of it.

Liam Gallagher, a rock ‘n’ roll pirouette in parka and maracas, commanded the stage with his signature sneer softened into a triumphant grin.

Noel, the stoic architect, provided the anthemic scaffolding, his riffs soaring into the night.

As fireworks painted the sky, Liam’s parting shot was perfect: “I know we can be f***ing dickheads, but thanks for sticking with us.”