In today’s modern music world, everyone is desperately trying to do their own thing, manage their own genre or bring about that something special that separates them from everyone else.

So much so that one person will listen and think ‘Wow I’ve tapped into something unusual and special here.’ And with Whole sky Monitor’s new album Bland Bland Bland, you can actually say that, safe in the knowledge your nose won’t be growing a few feet in length anytime soon.

Just before you question that album title and wonder if they’re being ironic, you’d be correct. This album is far from bland, let alone bland x3. A hub of angst ridden anti-pop music that sweats bullets of rawness, this album stinks of the common man living on a dead-end council estate.

An individual sound indeed, with the rawness of a pre-Puzzle Biffy Clyro mixed with the swagger of Queens of the Stone Age. It’s anti-pop at its best; gruff, protesting and jam-packed with more jingle-jangle guitars than the Libertines.

It’s really John Parks’ anger-driven and darn right upsetting vocals that lead this album and give it the buzz and awareness that makes it special. It’s a raw and distorted voice that screams right the way through to the end without a break.

Whether they’d want to be blasted into a mainstream setting is unsure. Some of the music on here wouldn’t be touched with a forty-foot barge pole by music executives. But some tracks on here do have that certain appeal; you can just see an angst- ridden group of indie teens bopping along to the likes of Just Let Me Talk to Her and Harehills Chapeltown.

This band need to be heard. Hopefully this second-helping of their weird and wonderful music will make people listen this time around. Maybe not. But these guys don’t care if they’re stood on a stage in front of 20,000 people or 20, they’d still be passionate. They have achieved essentially what all bands try to do; remain individual to their sound and have fun with it.