Rabble-rousing indie rock might be ten-a-penny, but Brighton’s Running Dogs don’t half do it with panache.

They’re helped in no small part by looking like they belong together.

On a superficial level, it’s because of their onstage get-up of sharp suits, slim-fit shirts and skinny ties, but they are also a well-oiled, sleek musical outfit; a confident unit in which each of the four members look like they were born to fulfil their respective roles.

It was evident in the knowing glances and smiles they exchanged as singer Dan Dorrington careered across the stage. It was evident in the way they overcame an early technical issue without so much as a musical stumble and, above all else, it was evident in some real humdinging tunes.

This set might have confirmed that there aren’t any lyrical or musical attempts to reinvent the wheel but what they lacked in genuine originality, they more than made up for with a barrow-load of enthusiasm, urgency and energy. So when Dorrington urged everyone to clap their hands, it was impossible not to get sucked in.

Similarly, even though the line “I want to get it right, I want to hold you tight” on the souped-up love song Shotgun is far from profound, just try shaking it from your head the next day.

Playing shortly after the men’s Olympic 5,000m final, they dedicated their last song to the victorious “magnficent Mo Farah”.

Amid the swagger, sweat and bluster of former single Rumpunch, it looked like they’d also got the legs to kick on to the next level.