Following Donny Tourette’s car crash brilliance on Celebrity Big Brother, the battle lines seem to have been drawn between those who think it was a valiant attempt at getting some cheap publicity and those who feel Tourette betrayed the band’s punk routes. If you’re in the second camp then you’re a fool – the kings of the genre The Sex Pistols did everything they could to destroy their so called ‘Punk Legacy’ and even Tourette’s beloved Guns n’ Roses were just as much at home at Wembley Stadium or performing ten minute Elton John type epics as they were drinking in the gutters of Sunset Strip slurring through ‘Sweet Child O Mine’.

What you do notice as you enter Oxford Street’s famous sweatbox is that there as many Paparazzi here as there are punters and as the air raid siren that heralds ‘Im A Rat’ kicks in, flashbulbs go off as if we’re watching Elizabeth Taylor stroll down the red carpet rather than raw rough rock. Luckily security are advised to get rid of the press after three songs and Donny instantly seems more relaxed, whereas the pit is anything but, with band members sailing over our heads one minute and scavenging fags off fans the next.

Most of under-rated debut ‘Blood Sweat and Towers’ is wheeled out, with ‘How Rude She Was’ being a highlight, Tourette up on the monitors like David Lee Roth incarnate. Awesome. You might not expect the punkers one cover version to be the old warhorse ‘Freebird’ but that’s the beauty of Towers Of London, whether you like it or not and from tonight’s performance, we get the idea they don’t give a fuck what you think…