With a “How ya goin'?”, The Owls began their warm-up set and buzzing with deep riffs and knee-slapping tambourine, the boys from Newcastle energised the crowd for a night of testosterone-brimming Aussie rock.

The confident Bright Yellow shortly followed. Frontman Chris Surgey forwardly requested, “C'mon give me a clap, you know we deserve a clap” – a bold tactic that had everyone taking notice. These boys knew what they were doing, playing a handful of rockin' tunes, complete with Surgey's ever-expressive facials as he felt every lyric falling out of his mouth. Ironically, their strongest song came in the form of the humble Don't Rush, taking the mood down a notch just enough to see lighters swayed. It was an interesting contrast to the fast-paced and extroverted set that had the crowd in the palm of their hands.

British India are not one for bullshitting – they arrive, they play, they cause havoc, they leave. The band made their rapturous entrance to the warm-lit stage, picking up their instruments and giving a taste of Russian Roulette. Their hits followed suit seamlessly, in an hour-long set that required no drastic lighting or showmanship fuckery. Vocalist Declan Melia pledged, “Now you're about to dance like you never have before” and the crowd did, ripping into This Dance Is Loaded. Gradually the crowd began the pushing and shoving, developing into a late-night death pit, swallowing victims in its path. Some attendees escaped to higher ground while British India kept the hits rolling and the crowd jumping, admirably performing their energetic set without letting up.

The roar from Helms Deep, as it shall now be known, was replaced by a falsetto singalong to the tour release I Can Make You Love Me, providing a memorable moment of stillness in a night of indie rock passion. However, the pace quickly reverted to its previous state with crowd favourites Vanilla and I Said I'm Sorry completing a solid set.

The main takeaway from this gig was British India's honest performance; the fans love their music and they love playing it for them. Even when drunk girls raid the stage, the boys just shoot a quick disapproving look and continue rocking out. Melia announced the closer, but added a bonus This Ain't No Fucking Disco – ignoring encore custom, getting the shit over with without the hassle of leaving and re-entering the stage. They played the high-energy climax, leaving shirt-ripped and battered fans wanting more.