The Dillinger Escape Plan @ The Garage, 5 Aug

Despite being relative noobs in Glasgow’s burgeoning hardcore scene, Last Words make an impressive step towards getting their foot in the door tonight. Massive breakdowns, a touch of Black Flag aggression and some nifty guitar lines all set this lot up for being one to keep an eye out for in the future.

We Are Knuckle Dragger are in an unfortunate situation thanks to a recent injury forcing drummer Shaun Abbott to make do with only one arm but they still triumph admirably with deft footwork, a grimy stop-start bass rattle and a contorted demon-funk stomp that evokes Primus as much as Pantera. And not a single Def Leppard jibe in sight, which takes serious restraint.

Even this, though, is only a taste of the insanity that comes with an average Dillinger Escape Plan show. Within five minutes of taking stage, the air is already peppered with bodies, whether they’re the constant stream of crowd surfers or the stocky frame of Greg Puciato who, even as he’s being held aloft, is still roaring out Farewell, Mona Lisa until his carotids seems ready to detonate from the pressure.

Tonight graphically exhibits everything they have become, the solid groove and belt-along choruses of Milk Lizard resting comfortably against When Good Dogs Do Bad Things’ technical arsenal and general weirdness while the room remains in a state of perpetual chaos, provoked by the Jersey boys themselves as they recoil from wall to wall and walk over the heads of pitting punters. A physically exhausting performance from both crowd and band.