Verdict: Yer mother wouldn't like it.

"WE'RE THE FOOKIN' MACC LADS FROM OOP FOOKIN' NORTH!"

Oh yes, tonight Macclesfield's answer to Rush treated the huge rabble in the National to a typical Boys's Night Out set to music, with tales of beer 'n' shaggin' never far from the lips of any self-respecting Jack the Lad.

The atmosphere was as relaxed as you would find anywhere as the good-natured slanging between band and crowd progressed, the Lads continually slagging Southerners- quite rightly! (Ed's note: The author is a sweaty sock) and in return they were given constant beer showers ("That had lager in it - no wonder you threw it away!" exclaimed Chorley the Hord). Incidentally, there were plenty of women in evidence, and the vast majority were enjoying themselves as much as anyone else.

From opener 'Ben Nevis' through a set featuring most of the Lads' classics the songs were guaranteed to give Granny a coronary, although it must be said that even with "normal" lyrics, the Lads would be a great rabble-rousing band.

The legendary banned Monkees pastiche "Eh Up, We're The Macc Lads" brought the main set to a tremendous close before the encores, including "Sweaty Betty" and "No Sheep 'Til Buxton", finished the show.

Anyone who missed this cultural evening should hang their heads in shame - without doubt it was the Gig Of The Century, and the Macc Lads will surely march on to Superstardom.