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“We did it! We put the flag on the moon!” Skepta had a point: the journey from the streets of Tottenham to selling out a venue where “I used to come and ice-skate, feed the ducks and roll down the hill” is more than the geographical three miles.

Having won this year’s Mercury prize with his fourth album Konnichiwa, albeit courtesy of a baffling decision from the judges to avoid honouring David Bowie, the former Joseph Junior Adenuga is big news in his hometown, even if Konnichiwa struggled to 160 in the American chart. The imposing screens;the giant clutter-free, band-free stage and the pyrotechnics were all heavily influenced by Kanye West’s 2008 arena shows.

West, though, was a defiantly solo operation. In contrast, Skepta’s homecoming was as much a generous celebration of British grime as its leader, so a posse of collaborators included Wretch 32, Lethal Bizzle and, most thrillingly, the massed ranks of Section Boyz on The Worst.

The fierceness of Nasty and Crime Riddim were exhilarating, but there was precious little sign of progression and evolution. At just over an encore-free hour, the audience sloped home unsatisfied. But, when Skepta stood on a burning car like James Cagney in White Heat, during the grand finale Man, the marriage of hardcore sound and searing imagery was complete.

The Standard apologises for an error in the original version of this review, which has since been edited for clarity. The author acknowledges it should have read ‘reload’ rather than ‘restart’ and shouldn't have suggested technical malfunction.

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