I think back to The Shadows, whose "Apache" sat astride the charts forever when I was a kid, for a similar irony-free belief in the two-guitar instrumental. But Pocket bring more soul and aural filth to bear on their devotion to the redeeming power of melody. "Wellingtons" is driven by a Bo Diddley beat, "Horatio" is a sprightly march as played by Jimi Hendrix, and "Wily Coyote", written for This Heat’s Charles Hayward. lets French Drummer Oliv J Picard get flash with the crash. "Tumba" shows Pocket at their effervescent best: a cod flamenco climbing line rises and rises, until it resolves magnificently at its summit into a heartstopping major scale – an impressive rush for a debut album.

Now this is odd, because Alex ward was previously known as an improvising clarinettist, and John Bisset s leader of the LEGO electric guitar orchestra and Improv promoter at North London’s 2:13 Club, where the clock on the wall is forever stuck at 2:13. There is nary a hint of such pedigrees here, except perhaps on "Evens", where Ward plays one chorus as if tipping a hat to his erstwhile improvising partner Derek Bailey.

If there’s any justice in this rotten world, they are going to be enormous.

BY CLIVE BELL