Two Door Cinema Club, O2 Arena, London

Two Door Cinema Club’s sparkling indie-pop is a welcome sound for cold ears as the Northern Irish trio play not only their last gig of 2013, but also the biggest gig of their young lives at the O2 Arena. As Alex Trimble and co arrive onstage – Trimble dressed in a suitably sparkly blazer - the ebullient ‘Sleep Alone’ kicks proceedings into gear.

The set list is divided evenly amongst songs from debut record, ‘Tourist History’, and 2012 follow up ‘Beacon’. However with their almost patented tropical, shimmering sound it can be hard to distinguish between tracks. Crowd interaction isn’t high on the agenda either. ‘Undercover Martyn’ and ‘Do You Want It All?’ are accompanied by a schizophrenic eruption of strobe lights and streamer explosions that fall gently onto the cresting wave of the audience’s outstretched arms. The opening two bars of each successive track are greeted with cheer after cheer as the majority of those present identify songs almost immediately.

Trimble’s soaring vocals are undoubtedly the highlight, as his smooth-as-silk voice rings out crystal-clear across the expanse of the arena, gliding over the intricate reverb-laden riffs and lilting chord progressions. It’s not often you see Sam Halliday’s hands stray too far from the base of the neck of his guitar as he shreds his way through precise, syncopated rhythms, juxtaposing his own high-pitched plucking against Trimble’s own vocal nuances.

‘Pyramid’ is announced with the band being enveloped in a huge green holographic pyramid, creating a striking visual that is two parts Daft Punk to one Spinal Tap. The eerie, modulated guitars are entrancing and a welcome caesura to proceedings, but as is expected the haunting delicacy of the song quickly ensconced as it erupts into a huge, chugging chorus that is polished to a slick sheen. Similarly ‘Sun’ is one of the stand-out tracks, the funky rhythm given a new lease on life in the live setting, taking on the rich, full sound of stadium-rock – something that it lacks on ‘Beacon’.

There is an obligatory encore which is a suitably spectacular finale, a cataclysm of pop perfection, garlanded in glitter bomb explosions, streamers, extended audience sing-alongs and of course the demure, honest thanks of the band themselves as they bid farewell.