Django Django have always favoured doing things with a twist. Their eponymous debut was hailed for its innovative, modern take on psychedelia, offering a beaty stew featuring everything from African polyrhythms to surf guitar and – that old school favourite – coconut shells knocked together to sound like a galloping horse.

After touring it extensively, the band went to ground for a period, emerging now in this small venue for their first gig in 18 months. It seems immediately clear that the former Edinburgh College of Art students have spent the time working on new material and beefing up their music. They don’t just sound more electronic and groovy than before, but trippier, too. With every facet turned up a notch or two, it can feel simultaneously like being at an early Pink Floyd psychedelic happening and an Underworld-type rave.

There have been other developments. “Jimmy [Dixon, bass] got a cat, and we got Tommy [Grace, keyboards] out of the retirement home,” jokes singer-guitarist Vincent Neff, his football top dripping with sweat. “And we made an album.” That’s on the way, but the new songs suggests they’ve upped the songwriting as well. First Light is like an electro Beach Boys. Reflections is even better: psychpop meets acid house, with a euphoric, transcendent melody.

Django gigs were always physical affairs, but this one ups the ante. “Are you ready to take it higher, Leeds?” asks Vince as old favourites Wor and Hail Bop cause one girl to freak out like she’s at Woodstock, while bodies are passed over the audience’s heads. At just an hour long, this low-key gig is something of a teaser, but the sheer glee on the faces of band and audience suggests that Django Django are back with a big bang.