Grunge revival duo Drenge have had a year far less bleak than their dependably doom-laden lyrics, moving from pubs to packed houses, NME headline shows and a British Council-backed mini US tour with their curtly angst-ridden self-titled debut.

Still, their angry stardust was almost stolen tonight by Traams, a violently brilliant Chichester-formed trio, whose capacity for elaborate, urgent rock music made their half-hour chief support slot fly past in a bristling thrash of drums and mighty riffs.

Drenge’s traditional no-frills arrival was greeted by a yelling fanfare of barely broken voices, perhaps representing their apparent position at the intersection where teenagers in Joy Division T-shirts line the front row of darkened gigs, singing for dear life.

Singer Eoin Loveless, whose gangly physicality extends to straining and howling into the microphone, and his brother, drummer Rory, replied with a set which only paused for the occasional guitar switch.

Nihilism underpins their visions of skulls, bloodsports, disarray and repulsion, with anti-ballad Let’s Pretend carrying the rawest malevolence, ending in a frenzy of gloomy scrawls and reverberating percussion.

A plastic bottle, thrown by Rory, bounced off Eoin’s back as the pair exchanged a fleeting grin, finding exhilaration in odes to misery.