It’s been a decade since the East Midlands’ biggest musical export first muscled their way onto the mainstream music scene with their own take on the ‘Lad Rock’ scene.

Well, 10 years on and nothing much has changed for this quartet. Primal Scream and Shaun Ryder clearly still top their Christmas wish list, and while the never-ending comparisons still bog down the music press, it’s perhaps time to give them the credit the snobs persistently deny them.

Tom can actually sing (sorry Shaun) and Serge can still write tunes that can successfully straddle the Stone Island-tinged indie-dance-pop-rock spectrum (sorry Bobby).

Their latest album, 48:13, was meant to be the band’s Sgt Peppers... if you believed these musical hooligans’ own hype.

Most critics gleefully disagreed, but it does nothing to dent the lager-soaked confidence of these lads.

Playing to a packed Capital FM Arena in Nottingham last night, the quartet were in fine form.

With the help of a no-expense-spared light show that would beat Pink Floyd to the punch, you’d be hard pushed to find anyone who’d disagree here.

Okay, so Tom perhaps dropped a clanger by claiming Nottingham was his ‘favourite city’ as he strutted onto the stage (you’re from neighbouring Leicester, who are you kidding?), but with a swagger and beard like that, who really cares?

Through either good fortune or clever marketing, months have lapsed since they released their latest album, so the ‘new’ songs have become iPod staples for most.

Fans persistently want to pogo their way through a playlist uninterrupted, and a new, uncertain track is guaranteed to bring proceedings to a flat-footed halt. Not a bit of it in Nottingham. This was a lyric-reciting riot.

With plenty of newer tracks chucked in among an impressive back-catalogue, it made the perfect soundtrack for a pitch invasion.

Heavy beats and thumping bass lines is the ever-present signature sound for Kasabian, so they swaggered their way through the likes of ‘Eez eh’, ‘Fire’, ‘Club Foot, ‘Empire’ and ‘Days Are Forgotten’, before rolling out the old extra-time grand finale of ‘LSF’ to bring the show to an end. Predictable, but still packing.

But don’t be fooled, these lads still have a penchant for poetic moments, the sickly-sweet ‘Goodbye Kiss’ and Serge’s solo effort on ‘Bow’ were particular highlights between the strobe-flickering laser-blasting chaos.

They even took time to pay homage to their musical influences with Tom bursting into The Doors’ ‘People Are Strange’ halfway through the obvious nod that is ‘Thick as Thieves’, and saluted 90s’ dance master, Fat Boy Slim, with their own raucous rendition of ‘Praise You’.

For any fan who likes riotous rock and indie dance with a pinch of pop, it was a night they won’t forget easily, and their ears would still be ringing when they got home. Believe me, mine are still while writing this.