As September fades away, and the nights draw in, Sunday evenings begin to call for a quiet, cosy atmosphere. Flamboyant American rock band A Place to Bury Strangers conveniently missed that call. In fact, the shoegaze rockers – adequately dubbed the ‘loudest band in the Ney York’ – declared the last Sunday in September the perfect opportunity to unload their overwhelming wall of sound upon the people of Glasgow.

Stereo’s eerie basement stage is the ideal setting for an electric, avant-garde performance. Enigmatic support act Stella Rose perfectly sets the tone for an unusual evening with her oddly elegant and dramatic performance. So much so it feels as though the night can’t get any stranger, yet when APTBS make their appearance, the strangeness increases tenfold – as does the volume.

As the concert takes shape every song seems to blend into the next with thrashing guitars, head-splitting drums, and unrelenting bass overloading the wide open space. Each member of the band devotes every ounce of strength they have to the performance, so much so that I begin to fear drummer Sandra Fedowitz will be left with broken wrists and splinters in every finger by the end of the night. The rockers commit wholeheartedly to their unconventional genre, blasting indistinguishable vocals and volume so immense it could disrupt thought, nearby wildlife, and even the Richter scale.

The volume alone is enough to make the concert one to remember, but it’s the intimacy of the performance that really takes things to the next level. From the get-go frontman Oliver Ackermann has the audience onside, jumping chaotically across the stage and brandishing his guitar like a trophy. His undeniable charisma surges through the room, leaving no doubt as to who is in charge. The palpable connection reaches its head when Ackermann jumps into the crowd and the evening shifts into a segment from Lord of the Flies. The crowd circles round as Ackermann sways back and forth, a red torch shining over his head, his indistinguishable sounds growing into a vaguely threatening chant that is then echoed by the crowd. The spine-chilling interaction changes the entire sense of the evening, and might be considered impressive if not for the foreboding impression of impending sacrifice.

APTBS certainly live up to the peculiarity of their name, delivering an evening of intrigue and slight discomfort. You would be hard pressed to leave an APTBS concert without something interesting to say. You’d also be hard pressed to leave with the certainty you’ve not joined a very loud cult. The band are impressive, dedicated musicians with an incredibly niche appeal. If you’re idea of a good evening is a horror musical directed by David Lynch, then APTBS is the band for you. However, I would recommend checking for nearby benches before buying your tickets, as chances are you’d be able to hear it all without spending a penny.