In 2010, a wave of adulation swept this band into the middle pages of the NME. Since then, nada. But they haven’t forgotten how to put on a show of euphoric electronica-tinged indie.

Date: October 26

Venue: Rescue Rooms

“A poor man’s Two Door Cinema Club” is the ill-conceived pre-gig review of Delphic from one member of the audience who has seemingly had his ears replaced by pork scratchings.

It’s an outrageous accusation, and one without a single element of truth to it.

Delphic, while it’s true possess a canon of shimmering synth-laden pop gems like the aforementioned band, are no imitation act or dog-eared tribute. They’re a group who skipped onto the scene in 2010 with a glorious 10-song array of dazzling glitter-pop with their debut album Acolyte, before the scene galloped by without them.

Two Door Cinema Club re-ignited the desire for derriere-shaking tunage, but, in a way, Delphic designed the blueprint without receiving the plaudits or taking the credit.

Thankfully, they’re back to remind people just what many missed back then, and to progress as a band, and move in an alternative direction, a direction with a soul-bursting cinematic scope and an ethereal pop-noir essence whilst simultaneously maintaining their flamboyant, shape-shifting roots.

They ooze confidence. Each song is a strident, fleshed-out monolithic uber-structure constructed of trippy vibes, Balearic grooves and lascivious electronica.

Fan favourite Red Lights glows under a radiant aura of scarlet, while the trio of Halcyon, Doubt and This Momentary froth with effervescence.

The electrifying set ends with their debut single Counterpoint, which sees the band slam together rhythmic beats to form a unison of super-charged alt-disco. It seemed like we were witnessing the beginning of an all-night rave as it builds and builds before climaxing dramatically.

References to Two Door Cinema Club are obvious, but nevertheless insulting to a band who are cutting their own unique cloth.