Everything Everything don’t just play gigs, they detonate them. On a grey and grim Monday night in Nottingham, they rolled into Rock City like a neon-coloured glitch in the matrix, electrifying a sold-out crowd with a set that felt part rave, part political sermon, part end-of-the-world disco.
Warming up the night was Brighton’s Lime Garden, who managed to bottle chaos and charm in equal measure. Their second track saw the lead singer whip out a tambourine (a bold move in 2025), which only added to the tightly controlled sonic mayhem. A standout moment came with a track about Hinge, yes, the dating app, which kicked off with rhythmic guitars and moody purple lighting before the power cut out mid-song. Lesser bands might’ve crumbled, but Lime Garden just shrugged, rebooted, and smashed the restart like pros.
By the time they hit “Downtown”, tambourine had been swapped for an electric guitar, the lights shifted to pink and yellow, and the energy went up several notches. “You guys are so lively for a Monday,” the singer said, genuinely surprised. Nottingham clearly didn’t come to coast. Red flashing strobes and pounding drums gave “Lovesong” a dark club energy, while the metallic shimmer of “I Want to Be You” painted the room in gold and blue.
They wrapped things up with a banger, possibly titled “Maybe Not Tonight”, all sinister synths and catchy beats, closing out their set with a kind of chaotic elegance. Bonus points for offering to chat merch and caves post-show.
Then came Everything Everything. The lights dropped, red and blue bleeding through the room like a cinematic warning. The crowd? All in, fans belting every lyric, fully decked out in merch, no one pretending this was just another Monday night gig.
“President Heartbeat” lit the fuse, getting arms in the air and palms clapping on beat. Then “Brainchild” hit, all purple glow, followed by the easy-to-chant “Regrets”, which flipped moods like a light switch, going from red to icy blue during a jaw-dropping extended guitar break. The drummer? One hand on the beat, the other shaking a tambourine. Multitasking king.
The set escalated with every track. Static and warped sound effects set the stage for “Only As Good As My God”, the crowd jumping, the stage drenched in flashing red, the singer prowling like a man possessed. “The Wheel” brought a golden drop from heaven that quickly collapsed into a dirty, electronic spiral as spinning wheels were projected behind the band. It was weird. It was wonderful.
When “Fortune 500” hit, the whole band harmonised like some kind of futuristic boyband from another galaxy, fans bouncing like it was Friday, not Monday. A moment of calm came with “While She Sleeps in Paris”, under soft orange and purple lighting, before “Zero Pharaoh” rebooted the hype.
The final act of chaos arrived with “Yuppie Supper”, dirty, distorted, and feral. The singer dropped to his knees, guitar in hand, as the band tore through one of the most lyric-light, energy-heavy tracks of the night.
Then came the moment. “Distant Past”, a fan favourite and glitch-pop masterpiece, ignited the crowd. Everyone lost their minds.
A deafening roar brought the band back on for a well-earned encore, and while the rain poured outside, inside Rock City, Everything Everything had already turned water into wine, or at least noise into magic.
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