It’s a sunny afternoon, and I’m ready for some lo-fi psychedelia, the classic sound of Glastonbury festival. Earlier I saw the modern sound, Stefflon Don, and her dancers were in a sun ready shocking pink… but UMO come in stage head to foot in back. Is there going to be a clash with the vibe?

There mostly isn’t. They start playing and it’s summery, chilled out, stoned in a desert psych music, and the sound of the vocal is whispery and suitable. The lyrics however… “high on the mountain” fits, “it’s violent in my garden” not so much.

In effect I’m teasing. This isn’t the most technically accomplished performance of the day, but that’s really not the point. This is very much a band based on an emotion, on a sea of feeling, and today, when that music is played in this weather, in this festival, it’s a joyous, lysergic experience. In a dark club it might be a whole different set of feeling, and that’s a glorious thing to have written.

We have to leave a bit early to ensure we get to the Churnups, because we’re music journalists and that is the big mystery, but UMO are well worth checking out.