As well as being arguably Exeter’s finest export, The Computers are renowned for sharing every ounce of sweat with their audiences.

Anyone who had the dubious fortune of seeing them getting changed into their uniform white suits in The Hope toilets might already have felt a rare connection with the hardcore four-piece. And the air of camaraderie was cemented by their frequent rampages through the crowd, in between clambering on top of speakers and generally screaming their heads off, while getting up close and personal with a mass of headbangers happy to accommodate.

There’s a definite comic element to their amalgamation of punk and metal, boiled down and speeded up so that their aesthetic resembles a less rabid version of Gallows.

Most of their tunes recalled the taut theatrics of The Hives, and Teenage Tourette’s Camp sacrificed some of the leanness of its recorded version (from last year’s This Is The Computers album) in favour of a wildly chaotic shoutalong, which threatened to send the glitterball above them crashing to the floor.

Some bands struggle to hit a groove in the 30-minute timeslots allocated to most of the bill at The Great Escape, but these exhibitionists were made for it.

As they staggered off, those pristine suits looked in serious need of dry cleaning. Just as well their second gig, for the Alternative Escape the following night, was scheduled for a St James’s Street launderette.