Another day, another dollar, another London band who met at a party. The first eighteen seconds of Sandy are, in this context, new. It opens, almost unaccompanied, to some frankly bizarre vocals: James Walsh meets Kate Bush at a Weimar cabaret in Camden in 1979.

Sadly, the promise isn't met. The song tries hard, wheeling out scratchy guitars and barked choruses - but C-Jags are only a three piece, and as Paul Van Oestren's voice normalises, the holes in their sound never let this reach above the standard indie yelping. For dirty rock, it's all sadly neat: distortion that purrs, chord changes that pass properly over the beat.

Drought; unfulfilled promise; absence - this is the sound of C-Jags. Something else is needed: it's The Strokes without Nick Valensi; B.R.M.C. with fewer drugs; Adam Ant with only one drummer.