“We started this band in Dublin with no grand ambition…and here we are in Woodsies,” declares SPRINTS frontwoman Karla Chubb towards the end of her band’s set. While the observation backed up an observation her bandmate stated earlier (“Thanks for coming to see us. We were a bit nervous,” he’d charmingly offered), SPRINTS were all about bludgeoning a weary festival audience over the head with a short, sharp dose of boisterous punk at Woodsies in the early afternoon at Glastonbury. They cared little for beleaguered, battle-worn festival goers.

As a unit they conjured the sort of sonic storm that sounds like a malfunctioning chainsaw. For all the bluster, though, there was little to differentiate one noisy onslaught from another. Debut record Letter to Self might have captured the group in a way that is maybe a little more flattering than the live experience can muster. Maybe we’re being a little harsh, or maybe it’s merely the consequence of being confronted by such a brilliant bounty of artists, genres and music over the last three days. This just felt so rote. Punk-by-numbers.

What should feel like defiant protest felt more like pedestrian ballast. When you have the exciting feral and utterly ferocious Lambrini Girls snapping at your heels, your game needs to be upped. Maybe album number two, All That Is Over, which is coming in September, will be the step up we and they need. That said, it wasn’t all poor. ‘Literary Mind’ was a standout, so too ‘Heavy’, but in all honesty this was a set that perhaps made you rethink where you might pitch this group in the grander scheme of things.