Way out west things have time to ferment and fester. Down the years Bristol has proved to be a fertile breeding ground for outré musical ideas and heady pop theorising. Bristolians Termites have fashioned an EP that refuses to be pigeonholed and mashes up genres in a car crash style. I have witnessed the band play live on a few occasions, and although the EP doesn't completely capture their full frontal pop mania, it's a good introduction.

Lead track Set Yourself On Fire starts like a Maximo Park> sound check inside a speed riddled beehive: This is suburban angular pop - literal, arty and intelligent. Think Supergrass's shiny pop structures kneecapped by Mark E Smith. The organ nags and the bass wrestles the belligerent guitar before they collapse in on themselves and have to rush to A & E. Wrong explodes in a frenzy of descending guitar chords, chopped and blurred. It's The Buzzcocks pistol whipped by The Jesus And Mary Chain, the guitars ripping out shards of glass melody before shattering them against the dirty rhythm and letting them fizzle.

The pace and sound shifts with the closing track Amusement (Lorry Crash). The gentle melody is played on a funky organ, the vocals are loaded with a weary careworn tone. It could be a lost Kinks B-side; strangely English patterned melancholia. The guitars arrive about three minutes in and sound like they are weeping. They dissolve and the songs starts again, the organ riff building and then a brief silence before they launch into a prolonged coda that welds chainsaw guitars with a bruising drum attack. Beware: The Termites are coming.