Before they come on stage, Wu Lyf's set is dominated by the symbol which represents the band. It's more magickal glyph than logo: anyone who has tried their hand at a bit of sigil magic will recognise the stylised presence of each letter of the band's name, itself an acronym for World Unite: Lucifer Youth Foundation.
After a heart-stoppingly beautiful performance from support act Holy Esque, combining Cobain-like vocals with Joy Division's sense of atmosphere and space, Wu Lyf take the stage. Their sigil lights up, imbuing SWG3's stark warehouse with a ghostly, reverent glow. Singer Ellery James Roberts plays side-on to the crowd, teasing snaking, sinuous sounds from his organ, leading the band with his Followill-esque growl. The band build up an incredible head of steam, somehow wrenching the epic, ethereal sonics of their church-recorded debut EP from the bare warehouse space.
Culminating in a riotous, cathartic We Bros, to fist-punching, cheering and stage diving from the crowd (and indeed Roberts), the gig left all who attended it with a feeling of euphoria. The strange disconnect between the band's satanic name, Psychic TV-influenced visuals and uplifting heavy pop is irrelevant – these guys are bound for glory, and most likely stadiums too.