For a band who rose to prominence in the 1970s to still send women into hysterical states of delirium was humbling to watch.

Tartan-clad, the Scottish lads had dozens of women scrambling from their allocated seats down to the front of the stage to get up close and personal with the quintet.

Perhaps it wasn’t as glamorous as their tours in the US some 40 years ago or their sell-out dates in the UK, but the crowd’s love for the band was infectious and if you weren’t stood initially – you were by the end, otherwise you’d have just been staring at middle-aged women’s backs.

Frontman McKeown could well have held his own as a stand-up act as he naturally guided the audience through the ages with anecdotes and back-stories whilst fending off cries of infidelity from wives as husbands watch on in disbelief through laughter-induced teary eyes.

Their hits were strangely broken up with segments of Queen classics and Scottish cult songs such as Loch Lomond, but somehow it worked.

The night was summed up when, as the five band members linked hands to take their final bow, a 50-something year old woman raced on stage, wrapped a tartan scarf around McKeown’s neck and hugged him before being escorted back to her seat by security.

Five stars