With smooth moves and swagger, all wrapped up in a garnet suit, Plan B was all the romance that was required for a Glasgow crowd on Valentines day.
Exercising his film director skills, with a cinema titles start-up, a seven-piece band and satellite dishes formed the rugged rapper's backdrop, his smooth vocal and charming beginnings leading to not quite his inner bad boy.
Neatly dissected into two halves, part one of Ben Drew's script revisited his first number one album, with The Defamation Of Strickland Banks delivered as every bit the neo-soul record that his widespread mainstream reputation was built on. With his backing band in equally dapper attire, Drew's familiar husk and easy falsetto had the crowd singing along, his fans diverse in their numbers, from rain jacket-wearing club card holders, to a salivating bare-chested mob that wore empty pint cups as crowns.
End credits and a bow from the band, who were built in to the giant screen, marked the end of Plan B's courting, the dusky red light which now illuminated the stage signifying that things were about to get dirty.
Segment two, spawning from Ill Manors, the name of Plan B's second number one album and 2012 movie, opened in style with beatboxer Faith SFX. With more effects than a Moog factory, though screaming from a drum 'n' bass core, the impressive beatboxer warmed up on a few different instrument effects before launching in to a medley of hits gone grimecore.
With fans clenched and anticipating their next hit, I Am The Narrator started up, spitting five-lettered fouls from the darker side of his pop-dressed chart hits. His backdrop suddenly made more sense as 3D effect pillars became tower blocks, where the edges of the live show and background movie script served enough continuity to blur, creating an incredibly clever and powerful performance.
Grit was a common feature of the shudder-inducing videos and Drew's candid lyrics, as the story unravelled and the show intensified. Playing With Fire brought support act, Labrinth, back to the helm, flames now licking the stage as the 29-year-old's delivery remained perpetually angry and emotion-infused.
Riling up the crowd with his demands for a mosh pit, Plan B took a booing when he claimed that his shows 'dahn sarf' were more aggressive in the crowd, though as the cameras spanned the front row of preened teens and their neatly ironed attire, it was unlikely that his wish was to be granted tonight.
Revving into Ill Manors nonetheless, the crowd erupted into shapes, jeered on by the grimy bass and banging beats, which was eventually topped off by a tiny troop of street dancers busting wide-armed hip hop moves.
Starting up his encore with a tequila, and returning to the stage 'for fearing he'd shortchanged the crowd like David Cameron', Plan B continued on his vivid spectacle that was as abrasive on the eyes as it was on the ears.
Fleeing through a non-stop-pop medley, before crashing in to Stay Too Long, all populations of Plan B's demographic were pleased before bedtime, with a set of two extreme personalities that still managed to score an A.