Leeds hardcore heroes Higher Power are less of an obvious fit, as the meaty riffs of Seamless and the more abrasive edges of Shedding Skin catch many punters unawares. With vocalist Jimmy Wizard stubbornly unwilling to allow the swelling crowd to stand still, the dizzying Staring At The Sun and a bludgeon-heavy Can't Relate (dedicated to the "mosh-pit freaks") see the dancefloor swirl into action. And, brilliantly, by box-fresh, arena-sized closer Fall From Grace, they've made believers out of all but the most timid souls in attendance.
It's a great spot for Wargasm to pick up. The London-based duo's brand of schizoid art-punk mightn't be to everyone's taste, but you can't fault their energy as Milkie Way and a shirtless Sam Matlock rampage through a raucous Rage All Over and into Salma Hayek, with live guitarist, drummer and sample specialist providing a juddering sonic backdrop. Riffing on everyone from Guns N' Roses, The Prodigy and N.E.R.D. to Dirty Harry and The Terminator, their set does occasionally feel like a roughly stitched pop-cultural patchwork, leaning a little too hard in second-hand cool. As bodies start spilling over the barricade for Your Patron Saints, the brilliantly-titled Drilldo gets even the doubters smirking, and Backyard Bastards invokes a chaotic melee. Their apparent mission to evoke a strong emotional response at any cost is duly accomplished.
From the moment the lights come up on Neck Deep's "bedroom" set, though – complete with couch, coffee-table, twin-size mattress and memorabilia cabinet – it's clear they're leaving everyone in the dirt.