Not that it couldn’t have been anticipated, but the crowd turned out en masse for Lady Gaga, a woman not so much subverting her fame as straddling it with glee while the world watches on with its mouth agape.
Video screens are wheeled out and a temporary shielded bunker encases the feisty pop temptress – though not for long, obviously, after the countdown to her set finishes and she emerges to croon Paparazzi, mirror-mask hiding her features (though not for long, you'll be glad to hear).
Receiving wild applause when she exclaims “How are you doing, you bunch of pissheads?”, you suspect she could launch into a vile volley of insults about the audience’s nearest and dearest and they’d still cheer as though their lives depended on it.
Her black-clad backing dancers appropriately sport some funky kilts while looking ready to indulge in some light S&M, and Lady Gaga enquires whether those in front of her plan to spend their money on “booze and hookers” before beginning Beautiful, Dirty, Rich. The response would surely terrify those in the Scottish Executive, if they were around to hear it.
A sleek synthpop rendition of single Let’s Dance garners an entirely favourable response, hands rightly thrust into the air and pumped along in time, and at one point during the set the singer declares “I want your soul Scotland!”
I’m not too sure about that, but Lady Gaga most certainly has our complete and undivided attention. Let’s just hope that by the time she’s finished with us we’re left in one piece.
