What’s most striking about the show isn’t the huge Angus-style skull caps which are perched on top of the roof of the stage that come complete with wiggling devil horns – it’s the crowd.

‘Rockin In The Free World’ sees much air-punching and dancing and is resuscitated for three glorious finales – a spectacular finish by any measure.

They’ve just pulled out a two-hour blinder of a show which, as a better man than I might put it, was nothing short of fucking biblical.

The opening night of a U2 tour can be fraught with peril. But in the Camp Nou in Barcelona tonight they exorcised the demons of previous tours and started on a winning note. Report: Olaf Tyaransen

Supported by a masterful eight-piece orchestra, Feeney’s vocal chords are limber and haunting. Even the eccentric ‘mmm hmms’ and ‘woo woos’ sound superb.

There’s even a bona fide Spinal Tap moment, when the lead guitarist gets caught up in the mic stand and the bassist has to untangle him

The highlight of the evening comes when he asks the crowd to form a human tunnel. As more and more people join in, the tunnel sneaks out the door and around the corner

With his woolly hat and trademark colourful shirt, Cooder arrived on stage to a hero’s welcome and proceeded to mesmerise with a stunning performance.

The band reel through the short and sharp psychic shocks of Journal, which sounds as good live as it does on record.

Eighties influences are clearly on show and it would be in the newly-regrouped Spandau Ballet’s interests to investigate Friendly Fires’ far superior breed of new wave synth-pop.