So voracious have been the protestations from Happy Mondays' spokesman Shaun Ryder that the shambolic Mancunian rock/dance fusionists' brief reunion tour is just a ruse to drum up enough cash for his middle age that you can't help but wonder if all the brouhaha hasn't made him a bit jittery.
After all, nobody could have imagined that a "Mondays" revival would induce such an outpouring of euphoric hysteria among the masses packed into the churning sweat-box that was Dublin's SFX theatre on Saturday night.
The sell-out show was less a conventional pop concert than a bruising, uninhibited, celebration of an unexpected resurrection; a snarling welcome back to a mob of chancers whose five-year absence has only underlined how straitlaced - no, boring - our rock stars have become of late.
At the heart of this sleazy dervish - where towering crystalline keyboards jostled with monolithic beats, and teasing sax solos interlaced saw-toothed guitars - prowled a tetchy, expletive-dribbling Ryder and best mate/foil/ muse, dancer Bez.
And the music? The "Mondays" have always put more in their attitude than in their tunes. That said, crowd pleasers like Step On, Wrote for Luck and Kinky Afro remain vitriolic, life-affirming collisions of jaded rock sensibilities and lascivious clubland excess, their sheer physical impact undiminished after five years.
