The Heat Inc.

Billed as London's loudest Rock 'n' roll band, The Heat Inc. tear through their debut album like a runaway amplifier. Now expanded to a five-piece, the group deliver 'Asleep at the Ejector Seat' with swagger, pulse and precision, where Post-Punk grit collides with Britpop cool.

Frontman Jon Dodd brings a rich, low baritone that anchors the chaos, especially on 'Souvenir', a more animated opener than OMD's shimmer on their track of the same name. 'Draw Blood for Proof' bursts in with the driving energy of Generation X’s 'Dancing With Myself'; a proper boot-stomper built for sticky floors and late nights.

'Little Knuckle Charlie' channels Kasabian’s 'Empire' bravado, while ’98' fizzes with Buzzcocks-like riffs, the band’s raw energy held in check by Dodd’s steady vocal gravitas.

On 'Ultraviolence' the band abruptly change the tempo and tone, Marco Simoncelli’s guitar weaves tender textures around lyrics nodding to Kubrick’s A Clockwork Orange. Think Stones’ 'Wild Horses' reimagined in dystopian neon; a haunting closer that reveals a cinematic side beneath the volume.

The Heat Inc. might be 'Asleep at the Ejector Seat', but they sound very much awake and firmly in control.

Ivan De Mello