Hugh Cornwell, ex-frontman of the Stranglers, brought the house down at the Media Club. He gnarled and chewed his way though the Old Classics of yesteryear, ably supported by the thudding melodic bass and drum backing lineup. I'm not sure his old bandmates would have liked to hear his dismissive remarks about them being a "Tribute band", but who could complain at Hugh setting the record straight, then running off hit after hit that he himself penned. And maybe a thudding bassline taking up the melody of Golden Brown was just what the old tune needed.He went through a lot of stuff from Hooverdam which sounded, on first listen, to be seamlessly slotted into his older repertoir. He is a tunesmith of the first order, and his beaten old Telecaster was worked into a frenzy on tracks like "Down in the Sewer", despite a few teething problems with his amp and feedback. He's not averse to banter with the Audience, or a few well placed put-downs to those who were simply there to hear "The Stranglers" (2010 edition), and this was in stark contrast to the Brits who invaded the night before. Muse could barely speak or look at the audience, and this gave the show a somewhat "sterile" quality. albeit visually stuning. Cornwell did'nt have the laser show or bouncing eyeballs, but in blood toil and tears, and with a few little humourous remarks ("ladies: stop glowing! It's hot in here!"), he had us all eating out of his sweatty hands.