With the Chemical Brothers apparently defunct and Underworld on extended leave, Basement Jaxx are pretty much the only big 1990s dance act still telling crowds to wave their hands in the air like they just don't care. Not that this crowd needed much telling: a few yards away a burly lumberjack type was so vividly feeling the love that he produced stalactites of foam with every scream. Nearby, a woman still in her office suit was pedalling an imaginary bicycle.

This says much about Felix Buxton and Simon Ratcliffe's strategy, which saw pop, punk and dance tribes sharing Somerset House's 18th-century courtyard. The show was a something-for-everyone bonanza, featuring guests as diverse as rapper Dizzee Rascal and titanium-tonsilled rock chick Lisa Kekaula. With a stream of people entering and exiting the stage, it was a spliff-scented version of the Royal Variety Performance. Buxton even topped-off his lead vocal on the lager-boy chant Where's Your Head At by roaring, "I think the Queen is here. Big up the fucking Queen!", as a roadie wandered on stage in a regal white wig. The place collapsed into hysterics.

Jaxx kick against dance-music convention by making entertainment a priority. The whole set was a fast-moving parade of hit singles, visual stimuli and "good heavens!" moments, such as the title track of current album Kish Kash, performed by a woman leading another on a chain. The house scene that Basement Jaxx were born into wouldn't recognise them today, but that's why house is dying and they're thriving.