Right now, though, it doesn’t get much bigger than Spiritbox and the tidal swell of energy that meets them as they bound onstage and launch into Circle With Me’s vortex. The gravitational centre of the room shifts to Courtney, self-assured and effortlessly cool, as both her and the crowd power the song’s rising melodic chorus into what feels like a show-stopping moment. Fortunately, they keep on coming as Yellowjacket (brutal) and Halcyon (heavenly) keep energy levels at a cathartic high.
Yet most memorable is the sense of conviction with which Spiritbox perform. Sure, it helps that these songs are as visceral as they are catchy, or that the band are tightly drilled. More than that, they seem utterly devoted to every note, from each explosive punch of Zev Rose’s drums to Courtney’s outpourings of confusion, despair or hope. It is abundantly clear that the experiences of Courtney and guitarist husband Mike Stringer are woven into every line.
“I’ve wanted to play this song for you ever since we originally booked these shows and it means so much to me because… fuck,” Courtney laughs, catching herself, “you’re making me emotional!” The feeling is very much mutual as everyone here gives their all to the anthemic, rising energy of Blessed Be, only to be swept away all over again by the seismic, undeniable juggernaut of Holy Roller.