It’s been just over a year since Dutch psychedelic rock band DeWolff blessed the basement of Hug and Pint, and now it seems their tour of Glasgow’s basements isn’t over. Hot on the trail of their new album Muscle Shoals, they’ve expanded to Stereo, creating more room to participate in the bewildering tour de force that is DeWolff.

After a soulful performance from Tommy Arch, the buzz around the room is palpable. The odd stage set-up and easily accessible bar have people’s interest piqued—with Robin Piso’s Hammond organ raising more than a few eyebrows. When the band walks right through the audience to get to the stage, interest triples. Dressed like a unique blend of ABBA tribute and cowboy chic, the band’s aesthetic leaves everyone questioning if they’re about to watch a rock band or an Amish cult. But whichever it is, there’s no doubt it’s going to be fun.

Truth be told, it’s hard to put into words the singular charm of a DeWolff show. Have you ever seen a man with a mullet play the guitar using his entire body? Or watched a drummer—admittedly a copy and paste of the guitarist—unleash his demons for five minutes straight? It doesn’t hurt that they’re backed by a setlist of harmlessly enjoyable music, but it’s the band’s enthusiasm and absolute lack of self-consciousness that stops the show from being a cheesy pantomime and elevates it to an evening of non-stop entertainment.

Just like last time, the band open with arguably their most important song: ‘Night Train’—if you only ever listen to one DeWolff song, make it this one. All the band have to do is ask one simple question, and the room is a mess of jumping, clapping, and absolute chaos. From that moment on, they do not let up for a second, jumping between old and new hits seamlessly. By the time they’re finished, it feels like mere minutes have passed. There’s visible hurt and confusion as the band leave the stage, but not a single doubt that they’ll be back.

When they inevitably return, they once again offer a 20-minute-long encore. The first time I heard this, I thought it was a joke. But experience has made me wise. I know exactly what to expect—still, it somehow manages to be even better than before. Armed with their hit Rosita, DeWolff take over the space for a 20-minute performance that is over in a flash. Pablo van de Poel is in and out of the crowd multiple times, singing with merch-clad fans and getting overwhelmed by the sheer volume Glaswegians can bring to a limited space. It takes talent to make a 20-minute encore seem too short, but this band manage it with ease.

There’s a manic genius to the enigma that is DeWolff. Backed by 17 years of experience and a hardcore band of loyal followers, it’s clear they have made their mark on the industry—as evidenced by the sheer number of Dutch people who followed them all the way to Glasgow. Ultimately, you can’t enjoy a concert so visibly that you’re approached to join the fan club and give them less than 5 stars. If DeWolff are, in fact, a cult, then I am fully converted. At this point, it’s less of a review and more of a recruitment drive. I invite everyone to join the Wolffpack—but there’s just one simple question to ask… are you ready?