Immense guitar tones blasted as the Southern-Californian garage-rockers returned to sonically rip up the UK.

Hiding behind mops of greasy-hair and a storm of almost unrecognisable noise lay Cosmonauts - a band who already have three LPs to their name, yet you probably haven’t heard of them.

Well, a single exposure to their cranked up rock ’n’ roll bliss will easily get you hooked.

The basis of their raw sound lays in the building nature of each song. Cole Devine’s clean, biting lullaby riffs open each track, before minimalist drum patterns and Derek Cowart’s drowned 12-string rhythms join the marching basslines to build a satisfyingly full sound.

Cowart stood wearily, eyes rolled back as his droned shouts corresponded with Devine’s mellower vocals. The gig was made even more enticing by Devine eventually resorting to hitting his guitar against his speaker cabinet - probably a first for the shoe-box venue, not that it needed any more going for it.

The walls weren’t the only things left buzzing as Cosmonauts strolled off after a fully blown out set of psych rock.