From Sheffield and on a Greenock-based record label it’s an odd mix that could go either way – the fame of their more illustrious simian cousins, or the obscurity of Whiteout. Time will tell that this is a fierce debut album – just the right since of angular and art-rock, it’s not too punk rock with a tune lurking inside at all times. A series of nifty guitar riffs fuse together the eleven tracks here together, and on ‘Fables’ and ‘Farewell Comrade’, a hooked chorus big enough to make monkeys of their citymates.