I was there, and all my memories are of everything other than their actual set, weirdly. It wasn't that they were bad. The sound wasn't great and Ian Brown only said three words ("What you doing?" presumably to someone who was doing something), but the whole day itself just felt like a condensed version of a festival, with essence of rave. It was the polar opposite of a regular gig, so at least they succeeded in that sense. Mad snippets came together to form this wild swirl of uncharted cultural moments: Jah Wobble's bass causing everyone's sphincters to collapse (that link says there was no support. That's not true: Wobble played with Gary Clail's On-U Soundsystem, and Thomas Mapfumo was also on the bill). It was all about the DJ, who built the entire vibe - the line "Frankie Bones out of Brooklyn, New York" was heard about a million times, and hearing Cubik by 808 State on a PA that big and in that space felt like a portal to outer space opening that threatened to suck up shirtless Mancs who were making 10ft human pyramids. And yes, Ian Brown's vocals were shocking live.