Any new bands fearing for their careers after not making it onto the BBC’s Sound of 2015 poll could do worse than look at Drenge. Derbyshire brothers Eoin (vocals/guitar) and Rory (drums) Loveless never got a sniff of the increasingly influential annual who-will-be-big list, but in the last two years have built a sizable following, mostly on the back of an unlikely recommendation from MP Tom Watson (who called them “awesome” in his letter of resignation from the shadow cabinet) and incessant touring.

It’s easy to see why they’ve made a particular impact on stage: Drenge are a formidable, exciting live band, whose eruption of garage, grunge and space rock combines with Eoin’s Damned/Misfits-style crooning to turn the jam-packed audience into a heaving mass in minutes.

Having taken a break after touring their self-titled 2013 debut, they’ve come back slightly different. With duos heavily in vogue, from Royal Blood to Slaves, Drenge have decided to buck the trend and add a bass guitarist. Childhood friend Rob Graham hasn’t transformed their sound, just made it meatier and harder.

Their older songs are collisions of riffs and teenage frustrations (“I don’t give a fuck about people in love,” spits Eoin in Fuckabout), which create the sort of chaos rarely seen in smaller venues. A girl rushes from the crowd with smeared lipstick, corrects it and dives back in; a succession of bodies and even a giant teddy bear land on stage. New songs are greeted like old favourites too. Running Wild and The Snake offer cleverly controlled sonic malevolence, while Do What We Want is instantly catchy, a garage-rock call to arms (“We’re like Bonnie and Clyde, but without any pride … we can do what we want”) that might give them their first hit.