With such cheerfully titled songs in their setlist as Inception of the End and Drowned and Torn Asunder, eight-album veteran Floridian heavy metal foursome Trivium look, on paper, like a band in need of an emergency sense of humour transplant. But to see them live is to be reminded that sometimes even serious headbangers just wanna have fun.

Threading together the kick drum-slapping stentorian gallop of Iron Maiden, the stomach-lurching heaviosity of Metallica and the screeching guitar solos of Megadeth, Trivium make fast, physical and faintly ridiculous music that demands a commensurate response from the crowd. The turbocharged thrashing instrumental passage of Sever the Hand has scores of people whirling around in a cauldron of mosh, even before frontman Matt Heafy starts whipping everybody into a more calculated frenzy.

A tall, lean and tattooed devil-horning dude with a propensity for sticking out his tongue that would shame an unruly toddler, Heafy is like an ebullient life coach, showering superlatives on his fans (“Awesome!”, “Incredible!”, “Beautiful!”, “Unbelievable!”). By challenging the Glasgow crowd to top other crowds thus far on Trivium’s European tour – Paris is the one to beat, apparently – he encourages an audience by no means shy in the crowdsurfing stakes to fully take flight. Surreally, one guy even goes for it while Heafy is talking between songs.

Abandon hope all ye who enter a Trivium show in search of something more profound than a whole lot of instrumental virtuosity and an excuse to get a bit silly – the hair-raising choruses of Until the World Goes Cold and The Heart from Your Hate perhaps notwithstanding. But as shuddering closer In Waves sends tides of black-clad bodies rolling towards the crash barriers, it’s hard not to get swept along in the daft exuberance of it all.