As The Chats prepared to descend upon a sold out Brudenell Social Club, an absurd amount of mullet owners seemed to emerge from the darkest corners of Leeds in anticipation for the Sunshine Coast rockers set. Affectionately labelled “shed-rock”, the band unleashed absolute chaos on the entirety of the venue as they embarked on a whistle-stop tour of their somewhat limited catalogue of raucous anthems.

Still scarcely in their twenties, it’s no surprise that it’s one of the most fervently energetic sets to grace Leeds in recent months – under strict instruction from Dave Grohl himself not to “fuck it up”, The Chats seem far from doing that. Their inherently laddish lyrics and taunting guitar allow them to effortlessly command the crowd: all of whom seem ecstatic to be in the midst of it all. Laughs are as abundant as flying pints as the band race through favourites like ‘Nambored’ and ‘Bus Money’, as well as a smattering of unreleased tracks. With whispers of an album on the way, the crowd absolutely lap them up – there’s no sign of the fervour waning whatsoever.

They attest themselves that they might not be “everyone’s cup of tea” and perhaps at first glance their set might seem so chaotic it’s difficult to discern what to think. Yet, The Chats have undoubtedly found their niche; whether it’s the accents, the way their songs lend themselves to being shouted along to, or the general sense that there are zero fucks given by the trio, it works and seems set to continue that way. As they finish with ‘Pub Feed’, the venue inevitably falls to the very same mayhem that has encompassed the entire set – it’s nothing short of carnage.