Matt MacMaster, Journalist

"It was a loud, energised and strangely modest show, and Shadow survived a sloppy set-up to deliver a masterclass in contemporary bass music."

It’s clear to this reviewer that if the current '90s rock resurgence were to fade away, it would be so much better doing so with a band like Drenge sounding the final hurrah.

This was a band in complete control, and it was as electrifying as it was intimidating, which is exactly what they were aiming for.

"It’s opaque, thematically, but it’s easy to project onto such broad interesting canvases as these."

The two bands played deep sets, dragging out some classic cuts that played to their strengths as left-of-centre purveyors of loud noise.

The whole night was let down by inexplicable volume. Where it should have been lightly massaging nerve endings it felt shrill, and mid-level swells felt hard and punishing. It changed the vibe, and not for the better.

Synth textures swirl around splashy jazz drumming, while Martinez’ agile guitar dances over several layers of Rosie’s bright vocals.

It’s a poor man’s Coldplay/Elbow/White Lies/Foals/Bloc Party/etc., and yields few rewards.

Chatterton grew to a slightly feverish crescendo, and New York USA was a nice rendition capped off with a smirking reference to the Twin Towers.

The switch is effective and Chiaroscuro really takes flight when the band sheds its glossier trappings and commits to moody atmospherics.