Dave Grohl's post-Nirvana career should be made into a motivational video for drummers who fancy leading their own groups but fear they wouldn't be taken seriously. It could end with a shot of a sweaty Grohl (who took up guitar when he formed the Foos) listening to 10,000 anthem-drunk people bawling his tunes back at him, and fade with a lingering view of Foo drummer Taylor Hawkins, pounding away in his red vest in the hope of better things.

Since switching instruments 10 years ago, Grohl's upward trajectory has been remarkable. When he promises, after the punkish blasts of In Your Honour and My Hero, that the next hour and three-quarters will consist of "hit after hit after hit", that's what we get. Every chorus is something that has haunted drive-time radio for months, and the show propels itself. It must be an exquisite validation for Grohl, hopelessly overshadowed in his previous group, to hear the audience sing as one, "Don't wanna be your monkey wrench!" You can look askance at his way of distilling unwieldly emotions into even less wieldy catchphrases, but you can't argue with their uplifting effect.

Riding the success of this year's In Your Honour album (whose acoustic second half is ignored here), the Foos are at the top of their game. They have got the cash for a splashy show, but opt instead for pixilated videos and a bit of green laser, leaving the focus on Grohl. Even when he takes over the drums for a number to allow Hawkins up front for a reedy singalong, it's his stage. The pleasure he takes in scampering about, long hair a-flop, is contagious - he's the alt-rock Bryan Adams, and if the likes of Best of You and This Is a Call emphasise the meat-and-potatoes plainness of things, at least it's a quality Sunday roast.