Ever felt a tad misunderstood? Sexually confused? Deified your unrequited love to the point at which you knew you'd NEVER tell them? In short, have you ever been emo-tional? Hell, we've all felt that way at one time or another - and while the ink was still drying on Chris Carraba's first tattoo Sebadoh were claiming the hearts and minds of the independently inclined masses by laying down their own as simple, scratchy and soulful 4-track missives.

Fifteen years on and look: we've all grown up. Older, possibly wiser, but still pretty damn useless when it comes to understanding the vagaries of desire, this music is still part of the soundtrack of our lives. For the last ten of these years Sebadoh have made Domino Records their home, and it's fitting that the band that launched the label with the release of 'Soul and Fire' should return to celebrate the birthday of one of the UK's finest, most fiercely independent labels.

For a man who in recent years has denounced his entire back catalogue as "fucking crap" Lou seems pretty chipper, but then he's always been liable to have the odd hissy fit now and then. Thankfully the mood of the evening is more retrospective than introspective; he and Jason regret not being able to persuade original cohort Eric Gaffney (missing, presumed mad) to join in the fun, relearn tunes on the fly and bask in the warmth of an audience who never thought they'd get the opportunity to see them play again after the acrimonious departure of Bob Fay.

Lou's trusty 4-track provides the beats where needed, kicking off with a samples intact take on 'New Worship'. This in itself provides unexpected treats - 'Careful' rattles along using the demo version's maraca frenzy of percussion. The same goes for the once misanthropic strop of 'Licence to Confuse' and Jason's 'Sixteen'. The truly rapturous receptions are saved for 'Soul and Fire' - still as stark a dissection of fading love as you're ever likely to hear - and Jason's finest hour, 'Happily Divided'.

They could play all night and still not satisfy every shouted request, so they take a more esoteric path. No 'Brand New Love', 'Rebound' or 'Soulmate', but there's still a clapalong take on 'God Told Me' and truly obscure covers of The Church Police and SSD Control that prove, as Lou sings a capella earlier, "True Hardcore is hard to find".

Despite Jason's solo foray and Lou's commercially successful ventures with The Folk Implosion there's still a sense of unfinished business about Sebadoh, and tonight's shower of adoration can only make them feel the same. And if Lou can shake and make up with J Mascis then anything's possible. Fingers crossed everyone; this was far too brief to be goodbye.