Somerset’s hardcore punk five-piece Landscapes put on an energetic show, singer Shaun Milton angrily singing through his hair as he and the rest of the band attempt to jump through the floor of the stage.

The sheer noise vibrations are enough to encourage hearts to jump out of throats. The audience, however, is stock still, save for a few discreet glances at the sole head-banging member of the crowd. Each member of the band is fully immersed in the music and totally physically present, so much that it’s surprising when Milton says a polite “Thanks” between two aggressively loud songs.

Mid-set the band play a relatively quiet track and the energy shift starts to lure people into their sound. By the last song Milton manages to incite a mosh as he jumps into the rabble, the crowd finally letting themselves loose as Landscapes win a hard-fought battle to get everyone sufficiently hyped for the headliners.

An emo band, in the traditional use of the term, before emotions went mainstream and musicians tried to beat off the label, The Used own the stage.

Lead singer Bert McCracken grasps the mic with skeleton-gloved hand as his eyes shine intensely, while bassist Jeph Howard’s growling five-string bass threatens the mob with a probable future of hearing problems.

A lot of their song intros are greeted with loud excitement, not surprising considering their 15-year career is generously scattered with hits. But even with his rockstar status, somewhere between The Bird and the Worm, and Pretty Handsome Awkward, McCracken still tries to make tripping over his own feet look like it was on purpose.

They relish crowd interaction and their audience clearly appreciates the lead singer’s life advice, even when it does take an abstract form: “If you feel love let that love grow into a flower,” McCracken says, “a bean flower. And make a burrito!”

As he talks of revolution, their mostly young audience obediently go wild the moment he tells them to, before sheepishly continuing to bob about quietly. But the rabble’s collective enthusiasm is obvious, even if it is often expressed by making heart-shapes with their hands and not head-butting each other.

“How many of you consider yourselves to be hardcore The Used fans?” McCracken enquires. There are a slew of cries and raised hands, although not that many. But hardcore fans or not, the buzz in the venue seems to be felt equally on the stage and in the mosh pit.

Celina Macdonald