Black Lips @ Mono, Glasgow, 18 Nov

Rolls of toilet paper unfurling like ribbons as they fly through the air. A last-minute cancellation. A smoking amplifier. A dislocated limb. There's plenty going on at Mono tonight, and that's not even taking in to account the music. Black Lips are in town in support of their latest release, the sprawling Satan's Graffiti or God’s Art?, and the Atlanta, Georgia outfit (with a new line-up that sees Cole Alexander and Jared Swilley joined by guitarist Jack Hines for the first time since 2004, plus saxophonist Zumi Rosow and drummer Oakley Munson) couldn't have brought their infectiously rowdy stage show to a more fitting (read: party-enthusiastic) city.

The band seem slightly confused by the modest venue, with Alexander and Swilley experiencing problems with the vocal mix early on. Technical issues aside, this seasoned group of performers barely put a foot wrong. Opening with the belligerently brief Sea of Blasphemy, from their third LP Let it Bloom, they pave the way for a turbo-energised set that is a delight for long-term fans, digging deep into the breadth of their back catalogue.

Their 2011 release Arabia Mountain gets some serious stage time, with cuts like Family Tree indicating that the group are in the mood to mine the best of their 60s-style garage rock era. A blur of genre-hopping that mashes in country twang, scuzzy blues and twisted rock'n'roll, the highlight of the show depends on which incarnation of Black Lips revs you up best (though Drive by Buddy comes across as a unanimous crowd pleaser).

The sole disappointment of the evening is the absence of Insecure Men, the current project of Fat White Family's Saul Adamczewski (who guests on Black Lips' latest album, and cited travel disruptions as the reason for his last-minute cancellation). Local groups Shredd and Sweaty Palms pick up the slack with two fiercely rousing support performances – the former do precisely as their name suggests, while Sweaty Palms – who have evolved their live show into a seven-strong rabble – make their mark as one of Glasgow's most exciting emerging talents with tracks like the sleazy, gothic odyssey Kellyanne and the sneering, politicised Queer Fatwa. Their guitarist even manages to injure himself upon exiting the stage; a slightly painful metaphor for a night where each band has truly pumped both heart and soul into their craft.