Nai Harvest, Kamio, London

Nai Harvest are halfway into the second song when guitarist Ben Thompson is forced to interrupt the performance. This London show is the band’s last ever, and those in attendance are determined to savour every last shred. It’s why, from the very first chords of the set opener, mayhem ensues as fans scramble onto the stage and launch themselves into the crowd. There’s a full-on invasion by the first chorus.

“This is our last fucking show,” declares guitarist Ben Thompson to cheers after security attempt to shut the show down after two songs. “I’m literally not going to play another note until you stand to each side of the stage and fucking stay there. And if someone’s crying, then you be the fucking hero and help them. But until then, they don’t need help — look at these fucking punk kids! They’re all punk as fuck! They’re fucking hard as fuck, they’re fine! Dock it off our fucking paycheck, I don’t care.”

While security eventually relents, the passion of the crowd never once peters down. The whole set is a triumph of the Sheffield duo’s fuzzed-out garage-pop collection, and not once is the stage unoccupied by a dancing, stage-diving fan. It’s difficult to remember that this is, in fact, a farewell show, because if anything, it doesn’t feel like one; it feels like a celebration.