Alpha Male Tea Party – Droids

Whoever thought up such a ridiculous genre name as ‘math rock’ anyway? It’s just counting. No sums involved. No challenge, unless you find it particularly difficult to be carried away by molten tides of lurching metrical monstrosity… much like those which erupt from Alpha Male Tea Party’s active imaginations, in fact. Oft compared to the likes of And So I Watch You From Afar and Brontide, their rewardingly complex racket jumps from awe-inspiring metallic proficiency to jagged post-punk gnarl; from brain-crushing heaviosity to wordless, jaw-to-the-floor anthems.

Athlete’s Face is filled with fascinating twists and turns – a complete adventure in itself – but the brilliantly-titled You Eat Houmous, Of Course You Listen To Genesis steals the show. Seriously, in order to feel this heroic, one usually needs to be in possession of all the powers of Castle Grayskull. Essentially, Droids is full colour instrumental wondrousness, with nary an equation in sight. Get on it. [Will Fitzpatrick]