INHEAVEN, Boston Music Room, London

Intimate and unapologetically local, Boston Music Room offers the threadbare essentials – a stage, a bar, some tables, and lights – all this South London four-piece need to build a riot.

Long haired, lusty-eyed frontman James Taylor is as boundless in his energy as the crowd beneath him. Opener ‘That’s All There Is’ sets the carefree vibe alight with its mentions of “eyes lit with gasoline”. Shoegaze inflected, drummer Joe Lazarus is key in driving the beat forward amongst the soaring guitars. But it also highlights the band’s penchant for attempting poppy-hook choruses in the most unapologetically ambitious way possible.

But one down and James isn’t satisfied, his drive for the chaotic taking over. ‘Right let’s get this fucking started”, he states with serious intent, urging the band forward with ‘Baby’s Alright’, a fast-paced spasm that decries the Trump-ridden state of America, Western civilisation and the failures of our times and implores us to live wilder in response. It’s unclear if the political references reach tonight’s crowd, but it matters little as the end result – losing all sense in the biggest mosh pit possible – represents a mission accomplished.