Live Review: Jeff Rosenstock, Antarctigo Vespucci, Camp Cope, Sweater Season

Sweater Season's enjoyable opening set alternated between intricate, American Football-style clean guitars and dense, powerful choruses, with sweet vocals buried in the mix but popping out at just the right places. Anchored by steady but acrobatic drums, the quartet struck the right balance between moody melancholia and harder-edged punk to set the mood.

Following swiftly afterwards, Camp Cope laid out a heart-wrenching set of achingly personal songs, with bass and drums ably backing Georgia Maq's versatile voice, which just overflows with personality. Seeming perhaps a little weathered from a busy touring schedule, the extra grit added visceral energy to strummy songs like Stove Lighter and Lost: Season One. It's clear the band's forthcoming debut is going to be fucking terrific, and the crowd, while maintaining a respectful quiet, lapped it all up.

Antarctigo Vespucci's fist-pumping power-pop anthems were just what the crowd needed to help kick into high gear. Combining the talents of Fake Problems' Chris Farren and headliner Jeff Rosenstock, the band had the best of both worlds, shuffling between big, fuck-off punk songs and sweeter pop ballads with style and grace. Farren, a terrific frontman, strutted around the stage, sharing the mic with the crowd, and ended up singing closer Bang! lying down on the dancefloor, much to the delight of the freshly reinvigorated audience.

After a quick break, Jeff Rosenstock took the stage again to deliver another set full of propulsive punk rock gems. Largely focusing on tracks from his 2015 LP We Cool?, the high energy set almost immediately turned into a sweaty, whole-room singalong, with Rosenstock seeming even more energised in frontman mode. Like those of the support acts, Rosenstock's set was far too short, but there was still time for a couple of new songs, and for Rosenstock to play a solo on lead player Dan Potthast's guitar with his teeth, to pick just a few highlights. Sweaty, exhausted, but alive, the audience left with big dumb grins all over their faces.