The marriage between Mark Lanegan (once of Screaming Trees and Queens Of The Stone Age but better known here for his collaborations with ex-Belle And Sebastian singer Isobel Campbell) and Greg Dulli (who flew Concorde when with his indie band Afghan Whigs) was hardly unexpected but The Gutter Twins still made an odd couple.

Blessed with a Lee Marvin-style singing growl, Lanegan stood absolutely still, said nothing between songs and still exuded an aura so menacing Christopher Walken would have whimpered. In contrast, Dulli - the urbane James Bond to Lanegan's uncommunicative Oddjob - sang like a soulman, encouraged handclaps, broke through the sepulchral gloom to ask, somewhat inappropriately, "So are you up for one tonight, eh?" and sang most of Front Street from the photopit, while shaking hands with the front row.

Yet, given that the top two tiers of the theatre were closed and their light show veered from near darkness to absolute darkness the pair and their super-taut five-piece backing band could have been forgiven for phoning in a half-hearted performance.

Instead, their voices wrapped around each other's as they added layers of intensity to their weary but uplifting album Saturnalia, be it Idle Hands, which rocked so hard the audience changed from chin-stroking to moshing in an instant or Seven Stories Underground, where even the divine harmonies were anthemic.