If you eat enough garlic, soon everything tastes of it. People ask you, "What do you think of this parfait?", you say: "Could do with less garlic". Not good. And if you listen to enough sub-par London based oik-punk-rock then soon your sense of hearing becomes similarly tainted: "What do you think of this band?" "Could do with being less skuzzy and guitar based; I've had enough of this kind of thing".

But Tuned To A Different Station is actually tastier than that. Not earth shattering, but not half bad. Heftier than some of it's compadres, you don't need to refer to it using the word ‘tinny' and it almost sounds a bit like, whisper it, U2, with a sky-scraping chiming chorus and driving rhythm section.

Which will undoubtedly delight Bono and The Edge, who can only have dreamed of being in the music industry long enough to be compared to a band called Dogs. "Still got faith in my generation" they insist. Well, after this we've got a bit more faith in you.