A wide-eyed magpie collection pulling together many musical ideas that you wouldn’t expect to see together on the same album, let alone work in one song, A Certain Feeling is a curate’s egg of a record.

Opening with organs, riffs and a sense of urgency, the album pretty much gallops to the finish line, swallowing any ideas that interest it. Wagnerian expanses of noise rub up against taut, funky guitar, while detours into Low territory ably echo the slow-core pioneers’ minimalist harmonies. Bound largely by the massed voices of the band singing as one, this is an odd listening experience, in turns baroque and restrained, serious and child-like.

The sheer continuing unpredictability of what’s next is both a boon and curse: the record is more than enough fun to dispel worries as to the reasons why nobody else puts all these elements together, but the constant divergences can get wearing at times. Possibly not a ‘great’ album, but one with a deeply infectious brio.

Richard Davie