The beauty of the Great Escape festival - given it’s really an industry knees-up - is it’s easy to meet music industry people.

I encountered an Austrian who worked in the industry as a marketeer and loved “economics and math” while watching Mujeres.

Phil, as he introduced himself, ambled up to me and said he liked to rate bands by their deviations on a normal frequency.

Mujeres are slap bang in the middle, he said, with no variance whatsoever. Their guitars all do the same thing, and all at the same time.

"Why not have the lead guitar fight against the rhythm guitar? What about a drum and bass breakdown? It makes me so angry."

He went on to explain there are only a few bands that deviate from the mean and they are the ones we should be talking about.

One problem with Mujeres was the lack of dynamics.

The other was they played garage rock that, though billed as Iberic, could have been from anywhere.

Mujeres, translated as “women”, are Catalans from Barcelona, Spain.

They’ve been to Great Escape before and were welcomed back as part of the Catalan Sounds programme.

They did not suffer for energy and they rattled through a dozen songs in a little more than 30 minutes.

They were tight and engaging, but sung in English (does the English language give garage rock more authority?).

The drummer was an Austin Powers double, all flailing limbs and teeth and tom rolls, and the guitarist was a show-off who took his top off in a club barely half-full.

When the top came off, Phil left. And so did I.