Dream Wife @ Stereo, Glasgow, 23 Mar

Dream Wife have already put out one of the albums of the year with their self-titled debut, and tonight they bring it to a feverish crowd crammed into Stereo's basement for a red-hot night of punk rock'n'roll from the trio of Rakel Mjöll, Alice Go and Bella Podpadec.    

First up is Glasgow's own LUCIA for a short set that runs through half a dozen slices of soaring indie punk. Lucia Fontaine has a great voice and her newer tracks capture the pop sensibilities of later period Paramore against stabbing riffs more reminiscent of post-punk legends like Joy Division. Melted Ice Cream in particular has a quirky sensibility and a rippling melody that marks it out as one of the best singles around at the moment. It's not quite the perfect package assembled by our headliners but it's certainly a set which reaffirms her status as one to watch.

Our heroines for the evening – Dream Wife – met studying in Brighton but they seem utterly at home in Glasgow, chatting away to the audience and giving a good airing of their "bad bitches to the front" ethos. 

Alice Go might be the sharpest new guitarist to come along in recent years as she wrenches screaming klaxon noises and string-skipping riffs like the art punk riot of Fire, while Somebody is a take-no-prisoners manifesto for 2018 with its 'I am not my body, I am somebody' refrain. Flames practically spit from her guitar as the band drive an impressive pace, making feet tap and arms rise up in to the air.

Mjöll has an utterly enthralling voice, part Sugarcubes-era Björk, part Karen O's impassioned yelp and it's her personality that makes the brutal kiss-off Hey Heartbreaker and the singalong Kids so much larger than life. The latter in particular becomes an unstoppable moment of audience connection as she leaps around the stage. By the end of the night her top is ripped and she's covered in sweat but the sense that she's a star has swept over every member of the audience.

Wth just one record under their belts almost every track on Dream Wife features, from the lovelorn Love Without Reason to the pure chaos of F.U.U., here rendered in a hair-raising extended format complete with Mjöll disappearing into the crowd. Back onstage she demands the men at the front make way for "all her bad bitches" and the bad bitches in question respond with a deafening chorus of screams. It probably shouldn't but it's the kind of gesture that feels so revolutionary and shows just how Mjöll is able to command an audience with every hair toss and rolled eye.

"We'll be back as soon as we've written some more songs," the frontwoman declares. It absolutely cannot come quickly enough.