With its high, white brocade ceilings and a series of softly lit chandeliers draping from above, the atmosphere inside Bush Hall is a world of warmth and intimacy away from the harsh, cold street outside.

Before Broken Records have even played a note, its clear that this evening's performance will be a special one. A red velvet valance runs around the edge of the stage and falls neatly behind it, while a cherub crest sits just above.

Originally from Edinburgh, Broken Records are the perfect mixture of grandeur and warmth, created through a loud and unafraid use of orchestral instruments. Dressed in muted tones, the band opens their set in a sombre mood, with marching drums that encapsulate the room.

Frontman Jamie Sutherland’s voice crosses between a rugged growl and soothing lightness within each track. Joking, he asks “why aren’t you at the fireworks tonight then?”, commenting that there will be pyrotechnics during the set, the fire exits is to the left.

Several tracks earn a rare outing to tonight's live audience such as the aching “Ghosts” and “Lies” with its accordion section. Breaking a string less than half way into the set, frontman Sutherland comments “three days into the tour and everything's fucked” after a small problem with a violin.

Despite this Broken Records play a hammering yet beautiful set that ranges from foot stomping, clap along loudness to soft and heartfelt moments of intimate joy.

They seem to be a band that is here for their sheer love of music, continuously thanking the crowd for their response throughout the evenings set, marking a mutual affection between the two.

8/10

By Robyn Lynch