A bit of the kills’ muscular and brutal delivery, some of Royal blood’s heaviness all contrasted by some stripped back and devastatingly intimate tracks – the fourth album from this lot is a winner.

Slothrust constructs a luscious, ethereal cosmos perforated with wormy portals and magic wardrobes, demonstrating more clearly than ever the band’s deft shaping of contrasting sonic elements to forge a muscular sound that’s uniquely their own. Bizarre and mundane, tender and confident. The awkward duality of the forever outsider, rightly reclaimed as power.