Jay-Z and Kanye West quite simply do not understand the idea of a mid-set lull.
That moment where you become bored of the third album track in a row does not exist at Watch The Throne, a concert that plays out like a greatest hits of the last ten years of hip-hop.
Ostensibly, we're here to revel in the 2011 album Watch The Throne and, standing on two individual blocks raised twenty feet in the air in the middle of the O2 Arena as they perform the dramatic 'HAM', we're thrown straight into the luxury bravado of that joint album. 'Otis' is performed in front of a United States flag and constant blasts of red hot fire whilst 'Who Gon Stop Me' asks the question that can only be answered, 'Nobody'.
However, one album relatively thin on 'the hits' is not enough to fill a two hour plus arena show. Luckily, both men standing on the stage dripping in black and gold have more than enough in their respective lockers to keep things going.
Kanye shows why, amidst the media meltdowns and borderline parody personality, he remains one of the most fascinating musicians of his generation pulling out hit after hit after amazing hit from his back catalogue. It would be vulgar to list them all but then, that's kind of Kanye's deal, so let's say that 'Runaway', 'Golddigger', 'Touch The Sky', 'Power' and 'All Of The Lights' all send the sell-out audience wild.
Jay-Z has a fair few moments of his own to enjoy too with the Brooklyn don showing his superior flow and rap skills on 'Izzo (H.O.V.A.), 'On To The Next One' and 'Big Pimpin'. As 'Dirt Off Your Shoulder' scratches into life we're told "You are now tuned in to the mother f*cking greatest'. It is very hard to disagree.
Inevitably some form of competition is established, with each rapper juking for the definitive moment. It's difficult to seperate the two with West arguably having more in the way of hits but, at the same time, he still has nothing with quite the same power as, say, '99 Problems' or 'Empire State Of Mind'.
For an album, tour and concept that can be boiled down to a stunningly enjoyable celebration of vulgar wealth the set ends with 'N*ggas In Paris' played five times in a row. This should be ridiculous but every time Jay-Z shouts "Again!" the crowd go wild. You get the feeling, quite rightly, they'd stay here all night to keep the party going.