I WENT to see Faithless on Saturday, I told a mate.

“Old school!” he replied, “I didn’t know they were still going.”

But going, they very much are, and got a near-capacity crowd at the MEN Arena bouncing on all cylinders with a relentless, energy-filled two-hour set.

I was amazed to hear frontman Maxi Jazz is aged 52, but he certainly doesn’t look it, and on this evidence, nor does he act it.

He was the coolest man in the building: over-sized white dinner jacket, no shirt, ripped torso, black jeans and gleaming white Reebok Classics.

Sister Bliss too looked immaculate, blonde locks, pearly white teeth and a stunning silver sequinned dress, masterminding the set from behind her four keyboards.

God Is A DJ, performed in front of a huge lo-tech orange LED display, was awesome.

The crowd, the majority of whom were 30 and 40-somethings, loved it.

Highlights were Salva Mea, Tweak Your Nipple, and, of course, the massive Insomnia, leaving only one logical tune to close the show.

It struck me that Faithless is a rather odd name for a group with so much spirit and soul, and this was embodied, no more so, than by We Come 1.

It was inspired and inspiring — there’s life in the old dog yet.