
Musically it pulses with jerky new wave rhythms and songs such as Two-Timing Tom Jones seem to be the grandson of The Kinks and the nephew of Blur with XTC the “uncle” that the family doesn’t talk about but who bears more than a passing resemblance.
But if Constellation is bookended with such angularity, the also alliterative Tongue Tied and Twisted sails smoother waters before the staccato blast of Mojito returns us to the more robotic vibe that eased us in to the record.
Their name may sit somewhere between a West Country village and a distant star cluster (as referenced by the malapropism in the title of the E.P) but this is neither parochial paean nor otherworldly daydreaming and whilst it might contain an element of both, file under perfect pop for the modern age.
