It’s a brisk mid October evening and there’s a warm presence that fills the air of the normally dusky Brixton. It’s warmth comes from a forage of fans who spill out the tube, pulling tightly at coat zips and clutching at tickets as the cold of the evening hits them. In a flurry they push past sketchy ticket touts who snoop around the doors of Brixton Academy, to make their way inside the massive warm haven that lies within. It’s Bombay Bicycle Club who’ll charm the hearts of their tentative audience tonight, who take the stage to play the biggest headline show of their careers.

Jack Steadman’s sweet husky voice has been the driving force for a wave of inventive indie bands these past few years now. And as Bombay Bicycle Club start to grasp mainstream appeal, it feels like its tonight where their future may be dictated. Where the band may stand after tonight is unpredictable, but what is sure is that they’ll give the show everything they’ve got, as they always do.

Summer favourite ‘Shuffle’ starts affairs for the evening as Bombay storm the stage, while Lucy Rose follows in hot pursuit. Hands collide above almost instantly, as an already heated crowd struggle for position amongst themselves. Though, it must be noted, this audience feel tame for a band that holds the record for the strongest ever crowd push in the NME/Radio 1 tent at this year’s Reading Festival. This solitary mood from the audience seems to continue well into the set, as although enjoying it, they seem to hold no favour in throwing themselves around like the band doing so on the stage above them. It’s this lack of energy and unfocussed nature of the audience that are to be taken away from the evening overall. And that’s a shame. The band played a set list consisting of tracks from all three albums as well the appearance of EP track ‘Open House,’ offering something for everyone. The introduction of a section of songs from acoustic album ‘Flaws’ also seemed to, at first, go down favourably, but it couldn’t help but be felt that the harsh lighting and dark contained nature of Brixton Academy didn’t suit it’s soft melodic captures.

It’s, perhaps, the husky dim backlight that shines shadow figures of the band onto the audience where Bombay feel most touching tonight, not during the apocalypse of the strobe central light show. It’s at these moments the band become a bit more experimental and alternative takes and improvisation become the focus. But it’s ‘Still’ that comes as the absolute highlight, as Jack climbs to the piano, thanks the audience and offers to bare his soul, leaving a hauntingly silent Brixton in a tirade of tears.

The future for Bombay Bicycle Club is one full of prospect, but I question myself on what the effect of their growth may mean. The Brixton show already felt a slight loss of intimacy from a band that I, alongside many others hold close to our hearts, and it’s that next step that I fear for.