"Golf! Wang! Golf! Wang!" chant the crowd, echoing the slogan on hype-man Jasper Dolphin's jumper. The bite seems to have gone out of Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All. The shock-hop collective's biggest stars Frank Ocean and Earl Sweatshirt have taken time out or distanced themselves, and the excitement around focal point Tyler, the Creator has faded, as any notoriety built too solidly on controversy – lyrics condoning celebrity murder and sexual assault – always will. Last year's Odd Future show in this venue was a sloppy, scrappy youth club affair and it all looked to be over, their thunder stolen by the rising ASAP Mob. Now Tyler's more focussed solo gig comes swathed in a protective jocularity, the lupine rapper spoonerising Odd Future's trademark "Wolf Gang" battle chant to advertise his clothing line, while the crowd yell "upstairs wankers!" at the balcony, as if fully aware they're watching rap's equivalent of The Inbetweeners; crass, puerile, cartoonishly offensive but infused with a base-level brilliance.

A feminist group's protest campaign against his 2013 Australian tour taught Tyler nothing. Even as reports emerge claiming sexual violence within London gangs is rife, he's dumb and callow enough to keep playing his rape raps for laughs – "this is for all the beautiful, respectable women," he giggles before the violent and demanding Bitch Suck Dick. But the respect being afforded his gentler cohorts may be turning his head. Between frenetic bursts of rage rapping on Blow (about abducting and torturing white women), Jamba (weed paranoia) and a flat-on-his-back Yonkers (stabbing Bruno Mars), tracks from last year's third album, Wolf, expose his emotional side. Cowboy finds him wrestling demons on tour, Answer is a desperate answerphone message to his absentee father, and on IFHY he plays at being the angriest R&B loverman since Chris Brown: "I fucking hate you but I love you," the Wolfboy howls. Could rap's gnarliest goblin finally be growing some heart to go with his hubris?