Such an attempt matched Sisyphus and the boulder for futility, given the Kilysth group's noise is matched by few. This appearance, with a confident support set by We Were Promised Jetpacks, was an impressive step up in size, losing little of the intensity that characterises their best work.
This year's No One Can Ever Know album featured a heavier dose of Krautrock and synths, and that transferred over live, with more beats underpinning tracks. It seemed to affect singer James Graham, too, given that he danced about like he was in a Madchester band during newer material, then reverting to a more brooding, forceful figure during older songs.
The white noise was predictably devastating, and it's not sacrilege to suggest their pounding version of I Became A Prostitute was close to My Bloody Valentine levels, and Walking For Two Hours spotlighted Andy MacFarlane's hostile guitar work brilliantly. It was other tracks that suggested intriguing new directions, with eerie synths ghosting along in places, while Dead City had a beat fit for dancefloors, as well as an indication the group are actually having fun.
It wasn't perfect, with Graham's vocal occasionally submerged a little too much, and not all the newer material possessing as much punch as hoped. A mighty conclusion that featured ear-shredding renditions of Cold Days From The Birdhouse and At The Burnside reverted matters to aggressive territory, and suggested there will always be a part of the band that revels most in raising the volume.