The latter (We'll call it "Shotgun Vision") was tense, skittering along to a fractured martial beat. The whole thing felt schizophrenic, claustrophobic, and paranoid. It was a striking departure from the upbeat, fan-friendly singalong vibe carried for the balance of the show. It was also extremely effective.

The never-ending crescendo that is "Swans (Life After Death)" carried the band to the end of its main set, and provided quite a send-off. Extending the intro into a frothy crest of excitement, the song kicked to a wash of cymbal, and the whole audience swooned as one, as if experiencing for the first time the catharsis this song must have represented to Diamonds in the wake of The Unicorns' demise, and just as fully as if it were their own life-affirming statement.

All stops were pulled, as the band milked the positivity and turned it into pure rock furor, just to prove that it can do much more than write pretty party songs. Diamonds milked feedback from his guitar, Aaron Harris beat everything in his kit at once, keeping the rhythm even while riding roughshod over it; the rest of the band thrashed and howled.

Near the seven-minute mark, the song's volta descended into waves of noise interspersed with franticly voiced riffs, as Diamonds settled his guitar into a feedback loop and the band left the audience breathless. Of course, it was a scant 30 seconds before the band returned to cap the night with an echo-drenched "Switched On," as Diamonds sang from the interior of his T-shirt, wrapping himself in microphone cords.