Mystery Jets were a treat, playing hooky Britrock that almost reminded me of the Kaiser Chiefs (without any pejoratives that might imply), but leaning more towards indie-styled melodies than crunchy, stadium-filling riffs. Frontman Blaine Harrison was perched atop a stool for the entire performance and was seen using crutches, signalling that he has sustained an injury during this tour. However, it wasn’t a huge issue, as sitting down allowed him to focus more on impassioned cowbell smacking and tambourine shaking, and allowed my friend and me more time to admire his impossibly skinny pants.

Surprisingly, few in the crowd adhered to the “new rave” aesthetic that has become associated with Klaxons, with most people there to rock out instead of dance off. The crowd surged during “Magick” and “Gravity’s Rainbow,” but there wasn’t much actual dancing to be seen—besides, perhaps, a drunk couple beside me who jumped around violently like they were seeing the Sex Pistols.

Barring a few missteps (including a wall of distorted guitar that overpowered much of “Two Receivers”), the headliners put on a solid show. Jamie Reynolds laid down his driving basslines with ease, and all four touring members did their part in their sweet falsetto vocal duties. The band covered all of Myths of the Near Future, as well as rolling out B-sides “The Bouncer” and “Hall of Records” to start things off.

During the booming “Isle of Her,” a few of the Mystery Jets lads provided extra percussion, while one of them pretended to paddle himself across the stage in a huge box. The rest of the concert was all business, but was still a crowd-pleaser, and marked Klaxons’ second Vancouver appearance as a raving success.