In terms of post-rock cliches, Red Sparowes have followed just about every one of them. Crosses are duly entered in the check boxes for lengthy song titles, absence of humour, apocalyptic guitar crescendoes and air of self-indulgence encapsulated by a seemingly endless final track which is followed by five minutes of silence and then a few more minutes of nightmarish atmosphere. Therefore, for much of the time it's very difficult to differentiate between Red Sparowes and other outfits except to say this represents the heavier sound of the market. Thankfully it's not all doom and gloom. The third track boasts a neat chiming guitar refrain, perfected by track five which captures the essence of The Chameleons' epic, atmospheric rock. Track six manages to sound both triumphant and haunting before that too is swamped by the full throttle guitars. Splashes of - albeit repetitive - melody save this record from being generic sludge but this exercise in portentous drama is certainly hard work.