Django Django / Stealing Sheep / RM Hubbert @ Barrowland, 3 Dec

The Barrowland doors have been open just 30 minutes when RM Hubbert takes to the stage. Only a few dozen or so punters have made it up the stairs, but the master guitarist delivers an accomplished set regardless. Equally as enjoyable are his between-song musings; a career as a stand-up would not be beyond this man of many talents.

The ballroom is noticeably fuller when psychedelic pop trio Stealing Sheep arrive in matching technicolour capes shortly after Hubbert takes his leave. Their insistent rhythms and alt-pop hooks make it obvious why tonight’s headliners booked them as a support act; these are two bands cut from similar, luminous cloth, with This Time a particularly infectious anthem that wouldn’t have disgraced Gary Numan’s Tubeway Army. There’s a potentially awkward moment when Emily Lansley knocks her keyboard to the floor mid-song, but the group don’t miss a beat and quickly laugh it off like true pros.

Django Django arrive on stage fizzing with energy despite being several months into a gruelling tour to promote second album Born Under Saturn. They zip through their now-standard instrumental introduction, which seamlessly leads into the rich sonic textures of Hail Bop, a stand-out from their 2012 self-titled debut.

They might be filed as an art rock band in most record stores, but much of the Barras crowd is dancing as if this was a superstar DJ dropping the tunes at Sub Club - new cuts like Shake & Tremble and Reflections are greeted with ecstasy, with hands being thrown in the air with abandon. The Djangos' formula is working a treat; keyboardist Tommy Grace provides the soaring melodies while drummer Dave Maclean lays down a rhythmic foundation of floorshaking proportions. When you add in the vocal harmonising of Vincent Neff and Jimmy Dixon you have a band who don’t sound quite like anyone else – think Beta Band, Captain Beefheart, early '90s Eurodance and a marathon runner’s level of fitness required to pull it all off.

While their competitors rely on pre-programmed beats and tape loops, Django Django sweat for every rhythm they pound out for more than 90 minutes. Neff and Dixon take turns to add extra percussion at every opportunity, with each song ramping up the excitement among the crowd. With this level of energy they could even give Mo Farah a run for his money.