As British institutions go, they don't come more indefatigable than the Damned. In the 25 years since New Rose became the first British punk single, there have been numerous chapters of debauchery and mayhem, including stories such as the one about frontman Dave Vanian sleeping in a coffin. As punk's ultimate pantomime, it's not surprising they're still here, playing in a nightclub. Expecting the Damned to retire gracefully is like expecting the Monster Raving Loony Party to come up with a coherent policy on transport. There have been changes since the glory days. Powerhouse drummer Rat Scabies has left the band, meaning naughtier female followers no longer get to wear badges proclaiming "I've had Scabies." The vampirish, horror-obsessed Vanian - who may prefer Sleepeezee nowadays - actually looks younger than he did 20 years ago, fuelling his reputation as rock's undead. On a healthier note, Captain Sensible now wears clothes.
Otherwise, things bounce along as they always have in Damnedworld: a curious mixture of stupidity and intelligence, darkness and comedy, Vanian's beautiful baritone and Sensible's Carry On eccentricity. In a pink fluffy coat, the prankster guitar anti-hero addresses his flock: "Have you got anything to say, you scabs?" The reply is lovingly delivered: "Wanker!!!"
The Damned's cartoon image has often detracted from their excellence as a musical unit. Many of punk's classics lie within their first album, and they have always favoured adventure over nostalgia. Even now, the bulk of the set is new, from their recent well-reviewed psychedelic pop opus, Grave Disorder.
Topical songs about parliament (Democracy) and losing yourself in internet chat (the sublime Song.com) nestle alongside occasional old faves like I Just Can't Be Happy Today, the 1980 Black Album's masterclass in misanthropy.
However, their musicality is occasionally undermined. "Any guitarists out there might learn something," shouts Sensible, proceeding to muck up the next song's intro completely.
Even in their 40s, the Damned's idea of pacing a set is to play fast, then faster, and they should really explore more of the slower segments of their canon. However, a blistering New Rose underlines the killer combination of melody and speed. The place erupts, Sensible drops his trousers and inserts a banana in his bottom, proclaiming "They don't like it up 'em, Mr. Mannering."
Presumably, they'll still be outraging all comers well past pensionable age.
· the Damned play Shepherd's Bush Empire tonight.
