Justice can’t really do anything wrong this year, they’ve sold out everywhere and not many support acts can get quite as big a crowd before the headline act as this French duo.

With a typical Gallic disregard for all, they had a crafty fag behind their trademark bastion of sound equipment and symbolic flashing crucifix for their entire set… we could see you Xavier, you sneaky man. Dropping in massive bass lines and crowd favourites – sampling Atlantis to Interzone and of course working everybody up into a frenzy with (predictably I guess) We Are Your Friends to finish off. Trouble is, there is too much air in the Academy for a DJ set and unless you were at the front, the atmosphere kind of evaporated by the time it had got to the bars at the back. It’s a place built for bands and by the time Londoners Klaxons walked out on stage, the atmosphere had changed – to be incredibly clichéd, it positively crackled with electricity. Sure, they may have been dressed like C-word expletives – as the guy behind me said (this was Sarf Lundan remember)– but capes and skinny jeans aside, this band has built up a massive and loyal fan base, and tonight they proved themselves worthy of the name they’ve created for themselves. This two-day residency in South London was the band’s homecoming, and lead singer Jamie Reynolds duly informed everyone by the third song, Golden Skans, that ‘this is for everyone here, we’re fucking glad to be back home.’ after a rowdy start. The show was a full playback of the Mercury winning ‘Myths of the Near Future’, and as you’d expect, ‘Atlantis To Interzone, It’s Not Over Yet and Gravity’s Rainbow all causing the frenzied crowd to make the old theatre’s foundations start to creak.

This was more than just the bleep-bleep nu rave shindig most of the media would have you believe they offer. With the light show, the thunderous sound and top draw performing, it was almost a mini Muse fest. Klaxons have proven themselves to be one of the best live experiences on the circuit at the moment, and have gone from the sweaty room upstairs at the Old Blue Last, to selling out some of the biggest venues London’s got to offer without missing a beat. It wouldn’t be surprising to see them headlining a festival or two next year.