They would argue grime never went away, but Skepta and JME are certainly at the forefront of its recent resurgence.

Distinctively different in their styles, but nonetheless true to the raw UK sound, the Adenuga brothers took their Great Escape headline set by storm, fully meriting their top-billing.

It was a rage-fuelled show where mosh pits bubbled constantly with young men and women in high-end sportswear spoiled to release the pent-up frustrations of youth. It was glorious.

There can be no doubt grime is the punk of its day, making Skepta and JME The Sex Pistols.

While the likes of Dizzee Rascal and Chipmunk sought a pop sound to achieve chart success Skepta, like genre godfather Wiley, merely dabbled and JME barely batted an eyelid in the mainstream’s direction.

It was notable that the elder Adenuga brother’s most radio friendly hit, Rolex Sweep, was absent from the set.

Since the release of Meridian Man’s German Whip took grime’s focus back to the streets, the genre has increased in relevance again, souring its unhelpful relationship with pop.

JME featured on that landmark track and it was no surprise its appearance on the setlist was a high point.

However it was Skepta who best encapsulated the genre’s back-to-basics shift.

The show opened with his statement hit That’s Not Me, a track where the MC raps about throwing his designer gear in the bin and going into himself. It was a move that might prove to be a pivotal moment in grime’s story.

Skepta never lacked confidence, but admits to lacking belief in his ability to make it as himself.

Now a veteran of the scene Skepta and dressed in his trademark all-black streetwear, he was finally comfortable in his own skin and his stage presence was incredible.

The reflective Ace Hood Flow had the floor in raptures, but its lyrics were telling. Skepta was not interested in the old grime dream of Americanisation, this track was evidence of his desire to make the genre and its country of origin recognised on its own terms.

He is a UK artist at the forefront of a UK movement, which is now demanding international recognition without trying to be anything but the sound of the place it comes from.

In curtain call Shutdown, Skepta had a straight-up banger. When the track’s recognisable beat kicked in the Dome was on its feet and rocking like a grime coliseum. Sweat dripped, elbows sung and fingers pointed.

Something special is happening in grime and these two are leading it.

Five stars