CLUNK. Plug in. CROWWWWWMMMMMM. Switch on. SPLUUURRRRGGGGGE. Kick off. RHAAARRRRRRR. Kick in. HUMMMMMMMMMMMM. And we're off...

The above is not a new variation in Morse Code, but simply the most sono-lithic way to describe the opening 20 seconds or so of 'Sally O'Gannon'. You see, what The Tamborines have mastered here could be summed up as the art of simple arithmetic; White Noise + Immobile Drone x Pop Sensibility = The Most Exciting Tune since heroin was considered _so_ passe. Quite simply, this is where the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club should have ended up during their elongated country-rock hiatus, or even The Brian Jonestown Massacre if they'd been a bit more careful with their hefty stash of downers once in a while.

Sure, you can argue that The Tamborines are following a well-trodden path; this record bears all the hallmarks of The Jesus And Mary Chain, My Bloody Valentine and even the earliest blurtings of The Velvet Underground. But in a world where radio-friendly means indie-lite a la The Feeling, Razorlight and Orson, this is a welcome slap around the ears that can only breathe a hearty gust of fresh air into a staid genre, penetrate the mainstream and topple Sandi Thom from her flowery throne once and for all. We wish.

Who's 'Sally O'Gannon' I hear you ask? Beats me, but if she has a sister that can inspire anything as dizzyingly beautiful as this then she can come round mine for tea anytime.