Glasgow's Dananananaykroyd are a six-headed beast of a band replete with delirious smiles and gloriously infectious stage presence, singer (and occasional sticksman) Calum Gunn leading his troupe with the sort of gusto and verve DiS hasn’t seen in… well; for a head-scratchingly long time. Following numerous twists and turns their debut EP proper will be released early next month via Holy Roar Records – it’s really rather good – yet it ultimately takes a live viewing of this band to understand their draw.

That is, they are completely exhilarating. Taking cues from tricksy US hardcore bands of the Dischord fold, if Glassjaw were captured and held at gunpoint until they’d consumed an entire newsagent’s worth of sweets and fizzy drinks this is what they’d sound like – intricate, vast, noisy – and heavy. Not heavy in a bludgeoning sense, mind – the only bludgeon here would be big, soft and wholly composed of Dayglo primary colours. No, while Gunn’s screams permeate their sound (after the show he’ll voice erstwhile concerns he’d “forgotten” how to do so) and Duncan Robertson and David Roy’s amplifiers are firmly set to eleven, theirs isn’t an abrasive racket; more one that flirts with buoyant pop melodies and strong hooks. They are just a ridiculous amount of fun.

Live, highlights of their recorded output thus far satisfy in a manner few other new acts can hold a candle to (the sheer crunch of the breakdown two-thirds into ‘The Greater Than Symbol And The Hash’; the understated intro that heralds ‘One After One’), and although the cacophony of sound generated occasionally veers dangerously close to chaos, the joyous nature of its delivery renders such criticism moot. Dual drum-kit hammering propels the band ever forward while Gunn’s hyperactive flailing around the stage and engaging of the crowd is as much a pleasure to behold as it so clearly is for him to transmit. Microphone cables are wrenched from their homes, drum stools mounted and sing-alongs encouraged as the band race towards a memorable close, upon which quick band discussion precedes a rapturously-received encore.

Throughout the evening DiS harbours a growing notion these six Glaswegians combine to form a band you can really believe in. It’s written all over Barden's Boudoir – from the post-show clamour at the merch stand to the enraptured smiles evident as the crowd dissipates; on display tonight was a band plainly uninterested in pandering to any ‘scene’ or partaking in the kind of bullshit posturing so many fall victim to. What they do have in spades is exuberant conviction in their abilities and relentlessly positive means of channelling them – compelling, virtuosic and – did I mention this already? – unfeasibly enjoyable. Seeing where they go from here is something we can all look forward to – that and simply seeing them again, for it’s by no means a push to call them one of the best live bands in the country right now. Gosh!