This was my third time seeing Sugarcult and each time I see them, they get better and better. Once again, they didnt fail to disappoint.

Following a pre-show interview with guitarist Marko 72 (one of the nicest people ever to walk this Earth) and being rubbed on the back by lead singer and guitarist Tim Pagnotta while standing at the merchandise stall, Sugarcult took to the stage with an almighty force.

From the signature shout of 1, 2, 3!, opener Shes the Blade instantly transformed the crowd into a jumping, sweating mass of entangled limbs. We sang along at the tops of our voices to personal favourites of mine such as the teenage trauma themed Saying Goodbye, one of the strongest riffs Ive heard from bassist Airin Older in Destination Anywhere and, as predicted, a storming performance of recently-released single, Memory.

Crowd participation obviously means a lot to these four Californian musicians who took it upon themselves to get us to do as much as possible. From screaming in response to the mere mention of a kebab, to crouching on the floor and jumping up (Slipknot style) during the breakdown of Hate Every Beautiful Day. But an attempt at a clap-along to Champagne, taken from the new record Palm Trees and Power Lines, fell flat when no one could get their timing right. After being called retarded by various members of the band, drummer Kenny Livingston lead the sold out crowd and it, eventually, worked out.

Champagne linked straight into the following track on the record, What You Say, which, once again, had everyone jumping up and down. More songs followed, including a beautiful rendition of Pretty Girl, taken from the bands debut full length, Start Static. 

As expected, Sugarcult closed their fourteen-song set with their most well-known song which some people unfamiliar with the band may recognise from the soundtrack of Van Wilder: Party Liason. Bouncing Off The Walls had the whole crowd, literally, bouncing off the walls as we screamed along and leapt around in time. The cymbals crashed in perfect timing, the guitars squealed in unison and the bass had the foundations vibrating. By the time the song ended, sweat was dripping from the crowd, the band, and the ceiling and, needless to say, Sugarcult left four hundred fans very happy.

The Santa Barbara four-piece can only get stronger. With a dedicated fan base and two fantastic records under their belts, you can expect to see Sugarcult around more and more in the future. Whether you like it or not.