"I didn't come here to perform tonight," New York rapper A$AP Rocky informs his amped-up fans, and pauses to let the words sink in. "I came here to party!" The cheers rise as he continues to exhort the crowd. "I want to see crowd surfing, moshpitting, bitches with their titties out, weed-smoking up in this bitch!" The chandelier hanging low over the stage bursts into glittering light, and A$AP launches into a triumphant, explosive Jodye.

He gets three of his four wishes granted during the course of a show geared towards pure hedonism. The closest he gets to the third is a tedious longueur in which he picks women from the crowd to compete against each other in the bottom-waggling dance style called "twerking", curtailed after barely a minute to the sound of restless booing. To A$AP's credit, however, this is the only moment in which he comes close to losing his otherwise besotted audience, and it's swiftly put right with a rollick through his biggest hit to date, the smoothly swerving Fuckin' Problems. Dressed entirely in glittering white, bathed in white light reflecting off a backdrop of white curtains, staring down at a sea of white phone lights raised devotionally up at him, A$AP revels in his status as god of the bacchanal.

But while his highlights – Hands on the Wheel, Goldie – are exhilarating, you can't help but feel that A$AP's mostly teenage fans deserve an executive production credit for the night's energy as well: they're frenzied before A$AP even appears, and all he has to do is guide them. For an artist who has been criticised for his sub-par technical skills, the constant party mantra feels a little like a plaster over the cracks.

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