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The only suggestion that rock'*'roll may be in the offing are the hardcore tunes coming from the other band members' laptops, which they sit quietly tapping, minutes before they go onstage for another feral musical assault.

Outside, Cambridge's young punks are clean and well-groomed.

He reappears minutes later at the back, his mic-lead threaded around his fans' necks. We give it so much, to do it justice." We're sitting in Gallows' bus as it heads back to Watford, sampling the staple rock tour diet: kebabs and beer. The same way 'Will Someone Shoot That Fucking Snake' is about date rape, because it happened to my ex-girlfriend. I want that person to suffer." Carter and Barnard met on the then-flourishing DIY gig scene around Watford. It wore me down, in a horrible town, with horrible people, who are all sheep – but sheep that can fight.

He soon has them singing the closing, clinching lines of "Orchestra of Wolves": "The hardest thing you'll ever learn is to love and be loved in return." There has been no fake angst, no emotional theatrics or violent feeling. I wrote that song then, as if he's the bringer of destruction. But that is when I started to realise how amazing love is. They both hated the casual weekend violence of the town, and formed Gallows with kindred spirits. Because they make your life so comfortable that you don't have to be a wolf, you can live comfortably as a sheep, and you can die in the same field you were born in. These are people that are comfortable being horrible.

When Gallows play, Carter looks self-contained at first, standing on the speakers, staring out impassively, and thumping the mic into his heart.

But then, in the corner of my eye, there's the blur of a body seemingly hurled through the air.

A rapturously received support slot from Lethal Bizzle – currently building bridges from London's inner-city grime scene to any rock fan that will listen, and guest rapper on the new Gallows single, "Staring at the Rude Boys" – shows the open minds here.

His brilliant sampling of the neurotic bassline of The Ruts' punk classic "Babylon's Burning" gives Cambridge's security, looking shell-shocked already, their first wave of stage-divers to catch.

He is a wiry 5ft 7in redhead covered in self-applied tattoos, including one on his neck that could be a rash.Finally admitting defeat, Gallows cancelled two shows.When I join them in Cambridge, the blood and batterings haven't slowed them at all.Far from nihilistic, incomprehensible punk thrashers, they are in fact a deeply intense pop band.And a moral one, motivated not by anti-social hate but an embattled sense of love.They come to my house party and they’re like, ‘Yo, I heard you’re having a party,’ and I’m just like, 'Okay'.

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