Bring Me The Horizon, SSE Hydro, Glasgow

With a year as shoddy as 2016, and a week as particularly naff as this, sometimes a good gig is a well-needed distraction. Bring Me The Horizon rock up to Glasgow while the latest bad news is still setting in, and waste no time in trying to make thousands forget about the insanity going on outside the Technicolor bubble of the Hydro.

Basement are a cool and collected start, punching far above their usual venue size, with Don Broco getting people dancing, despite some impromptu arseplants and throat infections bothering them. And then come Bring Me The Horizon.

A cinematic spectacle isn’t a tagline often associated with the Sheffield fivesome, but after this tour, it’s the benchmark they’ve to live up to. Ferocious as they tackle ‘Happy Song’ through ‘Go To Hell, For Heaven’s Sake’, it’s a showcase of how far the last ten years has taken them, and it’s a staggering leap.

“Let’s build a wall, and unlike Trump’s, it’s not for Mexicans,” booms Oli Sykes, giving ‘Walls of Death’ an unexpected Have-I-Got-News-For-You-twist. Politics is a blip on the radar, with most of their energy focused on getting people’s throats shredded and feet off the floor. ‘Chelsea Smile’, ‘Antivist’, ‘Throne’ - it’s an onslaught until the closing notes and crowdsurfing mass of ‘Drown’.

Streamers, rainbows, silhouettes, flowers blooming, wolves roaming woods – it’s an eclectic but brilliantly crafted backdrop. Playing to a venue that size is something an increasing number of bands can do, but putting on an all-round show like Bring Me The Horizon’s is a challenge to all: almost daring you to ask monotonous questions about whether there are no new festival headliners. Doters and doubters alike, the question is firmly answered when you see shows like this.