Black Peaks @ King Tuts, Glasgow, 14 Oct

'Black Peaks' are two words that have found their way onto most tongues within the rock scene of late. After dropping two stunningly progressive records in little over two years, and having toured with huge names like Deftones and System of a Down, it's no wonder their name is on everyone's lips.

Opening the night are Gold Key, who get the riff-heavy evening off to a flyer. Starting ten minutes after the doors have opened means not a lot of people get to catch the quartet, and the gaping hole in front of the stage shows. Nonetheless, their fuzzily-washed guitars, busy bass work, and silky vocals are a decent watch straight off the bat.

There are a few people kicking about in the Bossk merch as the group enter the fray. They light a load of incense candles, making the room smoky and misty which, when added to the unchanging blue lights behind them, turns the group into blurry silhouettes. Yet their mostly instrumental hard-rock – with the exception of their vocalist jumping on stage and screaming occasionally – isn't as great a warm up as many may have hoped, and the room seems split between keen fans and indifferent onlookers.

As the intense-smelling smog clears, Black Peaks leap up, encouraging the whole room to "get fucking ready." The warning feels necessary because the crowd breaks immediately. Can’t Sleep is the perfect opener too, setting up what fans should be expecting from the show which, in short, is a whole tonne of noise, screams, and bulky, beef-slapped riffage.

Smashing through the best part of their recent album All That Divides, there’s a punchiness to their delivery and live production that really brings out the best of the record. Be it the grizzly guitars on The Midnight Sun, the tricky drum work on Aether, or the pulsating energy of Electric Fires.

If anyone was ever in doubt about frontman Will Gardner’s vocal abilities, then tonight should clear things up. He transitions between crystal clear delivery and screamed vocals seamlessly, and makes it seem almost effortless. It’s not often you see a vocalist who can reach so many different levels of pitch, tone and harshness with just one voice box, but this man is a rarity at that. He also repeatedly finds himself at the stage barrier, screaming into the sweaty faces of the front row, something that never fails to get fans shoving forward.

As the night draws to a close with an emphatic finale of single Home, Gardner recalls the first time the four-piece played in Glasgow to only 20 people, which only goes to emphasise the band’s dramatic rise. King Tut's is littered with set times from bands who have played the venue and gone on to be big names in the music industry, and Black Peaks could soon find themselves on that very wall of fame.