Bad For Lazarus arrived on stage in a blaze of flamboyant shirts and long hair, brandishing their instruments like weapons.

There was no warm-up time needed for this band, as they attacked the songs with menace and slithered around the stage like serpents, creating a chaos that seeped into the audience.

What may have looked like mayhem was actually a tight bunch of musicians able to balance playing well with sincerity as they threw themselves around like they were made of rubber and magic.

When singer and guitarist Rich Fownes launched himself into the drum kit at the end of the set, drummer Ross Crick still managed to hit out the last few beats before walking off stage, leaving his bandmate flailing on the kick drum.

Soft rock it was not. The set constituted some of the loudest music possible without deafening, but that isn’t to say it was thunderous for the sake of it. The tracks retained all the melodic elements needed to have them surging through your mind long after the gig had finished.

Like fire, the band were mesmerising to watch, but if you stand too close, you might just get burnt.