There's something really hollow about this record. There's definitely something missing. Like fellow Danes Mew, they're making clever proggish indie with a haunting, spacey feel and echoing vocals, but unlike Mew they just don't seem to be getting it right. It's almost like they've taken the Mew mould and filled it with average mainstream British indie. There's a tiny hint of Coldplay about it, but sounds like something Chris Martin might have had as the last track on his band's first ever demo, rather than anything he'd ever want the world to hear.

Perhaps it's the production that lets them down, and perhaps as a live track this song sounds much better, but from this recording alone it would seem that Diefenbach would be pretty close to impossible to get excited about. This is average with a capital A, entirely unengaging and forgettable.

It's not bad, but it's like the musical equivalent of an ordinary little English town that people would only ever drive through on their way to somewhere else, and that no one would ever think about building a supermarket in.