With Confidence @ King Tut's, Glasgow, 24 Sep

Despite having to endure a hefty queue that takes about 20 minutes to get through after doors have opened, entering into the ever-thriving venue that is King Tut's never loses its appeal. With tonight’s event playing host to Aussie pop-punkers With Confidence, fans of the darling three-piece turn out in their droves (or enough to fill King Tut’s compact locale) for what promises to be a buoyant night.

There’s already a fairly large pocket of people occupying the main body of the floor around the stage as London-based group Anavae jump on stage, and they are, in no-lesser terms, fucking brilliant. Sludgy guitar melodies, soaring vocal melodies, jumping between choreographed whole band tom-tom drumming across a really well-thought-out, energetic performance. It’s, therefore, a huge surprise to hear they’ve recently become unsigned. On this evidence though, that won’t be a problem for long.

As the next band, Story Untold stroll out on stage, piercing screams from the audiences’ younger members clarify these five lads might be quite popular. Handsome frontman Janick Thibault gets the most noise from the crowd as they dive into some not-too-shabby pop-punk, but maybe not all that great. About halfway through they attempt a pop-rock medley that includes the likes of Green Day, All Time Low and a host of others which, although seems a hit with the kids, is terrible. When they play their own stuff, however, it’s good fun, but the earlier concoction mixed with their overly-enthusiastic fans leaves a bit of a bad taste for the rest of the set.

Moving on, headliners With Confidence burst out to their lively single That Something and duly get the joint bouncing. Frontman, man-giant and all-round cool guy Jayden Seeley commands the stage, getting the balance between crowd-instigator and heart-throb just right. His vocals are as sickly-sweet as they are on record, with tracks like Sing To Me, Archers and Godzilla sounding particularly bright.

As often is with these types of shows the crowd bestow ‘gifts’ for the band to don – with tonight’s offerings including a full-band worth of plastic Hawaiian leis and a sparkling party hat which Seeley rocks during the band’s slower moments of the set – notably acoustic, break-up ballads Long Night and Pâquerette (Without Me), which no doubt make a lot of people weep.

When they get back to the livelier tracks, guitarist and pretty well-equipped vocalist Inigo Del Carmen takes the limelight. He’s full of lurgy, declaring his voice is pretty shot, which is unfortunate for him, but not all that evident to us. His bursting vocals contrasts Seeley’s but in a way that complements both singers and brings across the lovely balance they find on record too, like on the jams of Dinner Bell and Moving Boxes. As a quick encore concludes on scathing rage-infested Icarus, the night ends with a real punch that leaves most of the young crowd beaming from ear-to-ear.