The Linda Lindas @ King Tut's, Glasgow, 26 Aug

Bounding onto the stage to the rumbling sounds of Ozzy Osbourne’s solo megahit Crazy Train feels fitting for a teen punk band who went viral in 2022 performing their doomy anti-bullying anthem Racist, Sexist Boy at the Los Angeles Public Library. The Linda Lindas – sisters Lucia and Mila de La Garza (guitar, drums), Eloise Wong (bass), and Bela Salazar (lead guitar) – have been on a wild ride ever since. The last few years have seen the group go on to support everyone from the Rolling Stones to Green Day, appear in Amy Poehler’s rebel grrrl-geared Moxie movie and contribute to the Freakier Friday soundtrack.

Even with all these ongoing adventures, the songwriters have still managed to dish out two records on esteemed indie label Epitaph, founded in their hometown of LA by Bad Religion’s Brett Gurewitz. Tonight’s set features tracks from 2024’s No Obligation (opening with the title track) and their 2022 debut, Growing Up. The latter’s Talking To Myself channels fellow Cali pop punks Lit, while Salazar's ode to her cat, Nino, boasts the singalong choruses of Dexys Midnight Runners' Geno and sees all four members switch up vocal duties.

Lucia de la Garza of The Linda Lindas. Photo: Elliot Hetherton

On that note, tonight's mix doesn’t do the band's multi-mic set-up justice. While the guitars wail through a vintage Wem combo and we revel in the booming low-end of Wong’s bass guitar, some of those tight harmonies get lost in the mix (but the whispers of them are bang on point). The levels are just right for the in-between song chat though, as the band thank the crowd for attending the last show of their European tour and confess it's their first time here in Glasgow. “Do you have outside venues or only inside ones?” muses Lucia, clearly used to sunset boulevards. One guy in the throng up front quickly calls out: “Only if you’re brave!”

They tackle Talking Heads' Found a Job, which appeared as part of the tribute album to the concert film, Stop Making Sense. “It’s not a very well-known song,” admits Salazar, but the Tina Weymouth bass groove is intact, and their lively rendition almost conjures up the quirky art-rock of the B-52s. But for every song that sweetly soars out like a Go-Go’s beach party, there’s the half time and booming low-end (not to mention Wong’s now infamous deep throated snarl) you’d expect to rustle up a wall of death in a dusty festival field.

Mila de la Garza of The Linda Lindas. Photo: Elliot Hetherton

“This one’s an old song,“ begins Lucia before reiterating, “Well, like five years!” “Five years is one third of my life,” quips her sister from the drum kit. Because when you put it like that, why wouldn’t a band who haven’t even hit their twenties shoehorn themselves into a definitive sound. They’re just happy to be riding the crazy train to a new continent. As the Glaswegians cry out in customary unison ahead of the encore: “Here we fucking go!”