The Van T's @ King Tut's, 13 Jan

One of the most hotly anticipated acts of this year's King Tut's New Year's Revolution calendar must surely be The Van T's. The Glasgow-based four piece have been steadily turning up the hype with a spread of impressive local gigs, and after high-energy debuts at Brew At The Bog and T in the Park last year, they've also proved themselves to be more than capable of holding the attention of a large crowd. Which is a good thing, because tonight the group have a sold out and super-charged audience on their hands.

Led by twin sisters Hannah and Chloe Van Thompson, and flanked by bassist Joanne Forbes, the three leading ladies are a jubilant mass of long hair, face glitter and brassy harmonies. Early on, they set heads nodding with the scuzzy, spiralling surf-pop of Growler, while the schizophrenic tempo and gothic rattle of Laguna Babe (from their EP of the same name) is where the group most heavily leave their mark, demonstrating their knack for a noise-pop hook. With Shaun Hood's percussive talents as a constant driving force, the band push confidently through the set, pausing often to address the crowd with a kind of breathless awe at the enthusiam they've whipped up. Cheeky and vivacious, the crowd is quick to mirror the mood – "Is it anyone's birthday today?" they ask at one break between tracks; a dangerous question for a room full of Glasgow wit, as the whole room roars a collective affirmation.

It's not only the headline act who impress – opening acts Sahara and Rascalton both deserve the sizeable audiences they've drawn early on. The punk energy of the latter, borrowed from the likes of the Ramones and The Clash, has the room heaving, and their frontman's request to see 'naebody standing still' could comfortably be Rascalton's new motto.

LUCIA also has a room full of people girl-crushing hard; with a kind of cool insouciance, she opts to sit down and stretch out in the middle of opener and 'new one' Melted Ice Cream. But we're not done yet – down in the bar, the night is closed out by the poetic turn of phrase and acerbic wit of Declan Welsh and The Decadent West, who draw the crowd up close and sweaty and mark themselves as yet another group on the rise. Tonight, the Revolution has delivered a quality sonic onslaught of the best Glasgow has to offer.