Brighton's Last days of Lorca make melodic, sweeping enormodrome rock and carve an edge into it by harnessing the angular capriciousness of 'De-loused in the Comatorium'-era Mars Volta.

Strangely, for all the frenetic, super-tight prog and impassioned vocals, this EP only occasionally sets the pulse racing, and seems to coast along without breaking sweat. My pick of the tracks is 'A Lighthouse Waits', which starts out with a beat of throbbing tachycardia before breaking into spasms of ferocious sparring guitar.

Too often though, it seems to be forcing its intentions on you, as if to say: “This is getting emotional. REALLY emotional,” with calculated melancholy and the kind of pretty tremelo picking you've heard thousands of times before. This results in an overwrought monotony where the hard, jazzy interludes struggle to break free from the manacles of a rather predictable, mopey dominant theme. By the time you get to 'A Little Light', it all sounds rather resigned. I think there's a more mischievous streak trying to break out in this band, and I'd like to hear more of that; these undoubtedly talented musicians will create more varied, absorbing records in future.