Before he even came onstage, it was clear Mark Ronson's live show was going to pull out the stops.

His band, including brass section and a quartet of string players, were all placed on podiums, and kitted out in skinny mod suits for the boys and minidresses for the girls - and they could clearly play like demons too.

From the moment Ronson himself came on, his splendid bowl-cut and transatlantic accent giving him an hilarious Austin Powers air, neither he nor the show stood still for a second.

He called each of the myriad guest vocalists on stage like an old-school variety revue host and during songs belted round the stage playing his vintage guitars, climbing on speakers and throwing some fabulous rock'n'roll shapes.

Everything was pure showbiz in the best sense: even when ex-Jamiroquai bassist Stuart Zender reeled off a list of Ronson's recent Grammy and Brit Award successes as Ronson played mock-coy, the audience roared their approval.

Toxic, Oh My God (minus Lily Allen) and his breakthrough hit Ooh Wee early in the set were a reminder Ronson has hits to spare.

Well-known vocalists like Adele, The Pipettes and Kanye West protégé rapper Rhymefest rocked the crowd, but so did lesser-knowns Tawiah, Alex Greenwald and Daniel Merryweather.

Indeed, so ecstatic was the reception to Greenwald's vocal on Radiohead's Just, that he was able to crowd-surf to the back of the venue.

Any quibbles about the lack of Lily Allen or Amy Winehouse were long since quashed by the time the already-bubbling atmosphere exploded into a near-riot when Tim Burgess of The Charlatans, accompanied by Jamie Klaxon on guitar delivered a faultless The Only One I Know.

Valerie and The Smiths' Stop Me ended the two-hour-plus show with ecstatic singalongs, proving old-style showbiz values are as effective as ever.