The ceiling at Sticky Mike’s might have been mere inches above their heads, but if you built a roof over the Amex Stadium it would have struggled to contain the intensity of We Were Promised Jetpacks.

Singer-guitarist Adam Thompson didn’t so much launch into his songs as gradually build the tension before the barrage of guitars had their tethers cut to erupt with each anthemic chorus.

Older tracks Quiet Little Voices and Roll Up Your Sleeves had lost none of their fist-pumping euphoria, but they sounded beefier than ever alongside the band’s muscular new material.

Sore Thumb was like a coiled spring, as Thompson’s thick Edinburgh brogue carved its way through the rubble of bass and booming drums, while most bands would have left the stage after the soaring Pear Tree - unable to top its explosive swath of razor-sharp guitars.

Few indie-rock bands can dream of sounding as tight as We Were Promised Jetpacks, and even fewer can compete with the sheer passion that dripped from Thompson’s brow and through his every sinew. Each time he stood back from his microphone with his eyelids clamped shut, his voice managed to carry itself above the soaring volume of his bandmates.

As single Medicine built the frenzy, it was left to old favourite It’s Thunder And It’s Lightning to bring the set to a climactic end. Thompson’s lung-bursting call to arms left nobody in doubt that We Were Promised Jetpacks surely can’t be contained in such intimate settings for much longer.