Opening the proceedings are Welsh indie punk outfit PANIC SHACK who bring a whole lot of fun to their fast-paced thrashings. Witty lyrics are a constant throughout the set, featuring mentions of not wanting to hold your baby, querying who stole their lighter and wanting to “Jiu-Jits you bitch” , the latter climaxing in an 80s influenced choreographed fight scene for a highlight of the set. It is impossible not to be enamoured by their joyous combination of non-conforming opinions and punk passion.

Next up is genrephobe KID BOOKIE combining aspects of nu-metal, trap and hip-hop for powerful onslaught of bravado and riffs. His ridiculous fast flowing verses are quite a feat, picking his moments for explosive fast lyricism around his powerful screams and modern metal hooks earning him the first mosh pits of the night. He boldly engages the crowd repeatedly instructing them to raise middle fingers to the sky and scream “fuck ‘em” and dutifully warms up the room for tonight’s headliners.

As we draw closer to what is an early headline time of 8.15, BOB VYLAN are preceded by a crew member leading the crowd into a frenzied chant of “What is going on”, climaxing in the two Bobby’s arrival on stage to a monumental applause which visibly leaves them overwhelmed. They warm up on stage in a novel way, encouraging the crowd to join them in “some light stretching and meditation” which sees frontman Bobby lead stretches to the room while drummer Bobbie introduces us to the pummelling onslaught we are about to bear witness to. They open with anthem I Heard You Want Your Country Back which has the whole floor bouncing, and he comes to the barrier and crowd surfs during the final chorus – if this level can be maintained, this is set to be a monumental night.

The entire standing section is barely that, with feet off the floor for seemingly the entire duration of their opening few songs of Run That Money, Northern Line and CSGB, for which he begins swinging a cricket bat during the “chat shit, get banged” chorus hook. For the first of the many interludes in the set – Bobby admits the set is around fifty percent music, fifty percent chat – they have been taking a poll on the general feelings towards police in this country. Let’s just say the consensus in the room seems to be less than positive on the current model of policing. The following interludes are rife with chants of “All cops are bastards”, “fuck the tories” and “free, free Palestine”. This is a room full of people wanting to use their voice to stand against injustice, and BOB VYLAN are a more than apt central figure to rally around.

During latest single He’s A Man, the duo insist on making space at the front of the room for women and non-binary people to enjoy themselves and mosh in a safe space, encouraging the men to take a step back. They follow this with their other recent single Dream Big, which continues the high energy trend with arms raised and the room bouncing throughout, the energy doesn’t seem to have dropped one iota from the beginning of the night. Following an influx of clothes being thrown onstage to the front man, including some underpants which he had joked was the only thing not to be thrown yet, we are treated to a yet unreleased track Hunger Games.

After discussing the current situation in Palestine and everyone’s duty to stand up for what is right despite the government’s insistence on doing nothing, and a recent video of them calling out fellow lefty punks Sleaford Mods, the southern duo close the night with fan favourites Pretty Songs and Wicked And Bad, departing with a great deal of reciprocated love between the room and the duo. Re-emerging for a brief encore of Nirvana’s Territorial Pissings, the whole room erupts once again into bedlam. BOB VYLAN are the current face of punk in the UK, and through tonight’s performance they have only solidified this further, in the rallying fandom they have cultivated and the unrelenting energy with which they present it, they are a force to be reckoned with.