In an age when UK guitar pop is almost suffocating itself with its aspirations to return to the jagged new-wave templates of Wire and Gang Of Four or cut its own head off whilst attempting to nail the loser chic of Babyshambles and their ilk it's rather refreshing to discover that Semion (semi-on, geddit?) take their cue from the terminally unfashionable underbelly of late '70s power pop whilst chucking in a couple of spoonfuls of righteous Jam-style shoutery, plenty of pithy Elvis Costello-tinged observation and then present the whole glorious stew as a vague approximation of Teenage Fanclub's Norman Blake fronting a Blondie tribute band. With a London accent.

While opener 'Rum Runner' may smack of Fountains Of Wayne's bouncier moments, 'Honour' displays a clear affinity with the sunnier side of Love circa Da Capo before 'Black Cloud' plunges us into the no-brainer riff world of mid-'60s Kinks and a million and one garage bands, the Semions of their day.

And you've just gotta dig the postmodern Help! sleeve pastiche - Andy Morten