The Stone Roses AsiaWorld-Expo Reports of the reformed Stone Roses' British concerts were largely of a triumphant return after 15-odd years. A generation of Britons whose youth coincided with the so-called Madchester scene seemed so, well, mad for the nostalgia of the whole idea that there was little chance of it being anything else, no matter how much enigmatic frontman Ian Brown might bellow his lines. In that sense, those gigs were as much about the crowd as the band performing again. Take away the context of a recession-hit nation that is only too grateful right now for the reminder of thrills past - the baggy clothes, the haircuts, the hedonism, maybe even the pills - and it might be slightly different. Well, yes and no. A very, shall we say, international crowd lapped up the Roses' impressive back catalogue at AsiaWorld-Expo last night - testament to the fact that the band are more of a global phenomenon now than they ever managed to become in their all-too-brief heyday. The arena wasn't entirely full, though, which left a cavernous impression early on in the set; of nervous distance between the band and their acolytes, and of time having passed since they were top of the pops - rather a lot of it. Brown, shuffling around the stage like a man who is not to sure of his footing, looked to be too old even for rock'n'roll: where once his adoring fans wanted to ape his swagger, he now looks more like one of them. I Am The Resurrection? Maybe if Jesus had died, risen and nipped out to buy a pack of cigarettes. Still, John Squire's guitar riff on opener I Wanna Be Adored gets the hairs standing on end. They rattle through Mersey Paradise and Sally Cinnamon, and it's all so far, so-so. But then Brown decides to stamp some authority. 'Dancing's still legal,' he announces, and those in the seated areas of the arena are on their feet and moshing it up for Fool's Gold, defying the venue's somewhat officious security staff. Squire then amps up his guitar and turns what's meant to be a tripped-out dance track into a blues workout. Which works. The searing Waterfall and soaring Made of Stone take things up a gear, and suddenly we're left wondering if all the hype really is justified. The Roses' second album was called Second Coming, only one track from which makes it onto the setlist. You might say this is the third coming, but for the fact the second one didn't really count. So many bands these days only seem to disgrace themselves when they decide to re-form. At the very least, the Roses have made up a little for that disappointing 'follow-up' to their stunning debut release.