At a festival dealing heavily in tremulous rock, Fujiya & Miyagi’s subtler electro, pop and even jazz inflections meant the neighbours need not necessarily have heard the echoes of this gig.

Last time the four-piece were here, bittersweet album Artificial Sweeteners was newly-released, and they’ve since navigated an American mini-tour.

Singer David Best looked enraptured, perhaps possessed by his own arrangements, purring, slurring, whispering and, at one stage, uncharacteristically emitting a primal roar mid-set.

Knickerbocker would be dance-worthy through a tin can, but here it was enhanced into a devilishly catchy shade of disco by insistent, mighty drums, before the name-checking of prickly porcupines (the slouching, sleazy Uh) and the hummed warning of In One Ear And Out the Other (“you get to know your place on the food chain”) served as reminders of Best’s knack for a singular soundbite.

His symmetry with bassist Matt Hainsby – the ampersand of the band, backed by Steve Lewis, as a floppy-haired Fujiya, on keys and multitudinous bleeps – hit their crescendos in brooding, crashing style.

This was likely the most accomplished gig Best and friends have ever played in their home city – a new high for a band whose signature is Teutonic precision.