This debut album from the trio of twentysomething Devonians threatens to be engulfed by its own influences, caught in a pincer movement between their oft-cited heroes, Nirvana and Radiohead. As good as some of these songs are, it is difficult to separate them from their initial inspiration: the ripped and torn guitars of Cobain's Nevermind and the existential queasiness, stratospheric melodies and intense vocalising of Thom Yorke and Radiohead. Producer John Leckie proves a willing guide through the millennial meltdown of dense, crashing riffs (Sunburn, Cave, Sober) and the sparse, skeletal undertones of Falling Down and Unintended, delivering an epic, stadium-filling sound, but at the moment it's not quite their own.

Paul Davies