This was the wrong show to have forgotten to bring earplugs. Scotland’s newest highly hyped export, Glasvegas, are not afraid to be very, very loud. They’ve got fuzzy shoegaze guitar riffs that would make their countrymen in The Jesus and Mary Chain proud, and the audience-filling charm that would make bands like the amazing but overlooked Twilight Sad jealous. Even those of us with throbbing eardrums found the band magnetic enough to overlook the pain and hearing loss and look forward to the day when they’d return for more.

Singer James Allan came onstage wearing a gray pea coat, which is about as stereotypically Scottish as their understated sense of humor. After wowing the crowd with some surprisingly sweet hooks and completely unforced energy, they responded loud audience requests with deadpan one-liners and sly smiles.