The sun never shines, it always rains. The landscape is a baron wasteland of fallen supremacy and its emotional debris. People rush around, their grey, deep set eyes trained on the ground, not knowing exactly where they�re going but desperate to get there in order to push whatever they�ve left behind out of reach. A man walks in circles with a sandwich board which states: "Smile and thou shalt spend eternity reliving your worst nightmares." A girl cries. There are no real icons, and trust and betrayal walk arm in arm. There is no guarantee of anything.

While your average British city dweller� may greet these images with a shrug and a "so, what�s new?", you�d certainly treat with suspicion any suggestion that somebody may actually make this their voluntary state of mind. Spiritulized though are awkward buggers.

They�ve got a lot to smile about, one hell of a lot in fact, but they don�t, at all, ever. This though, I suppose, is pretty much standard for all-knowing God-like musical geniuses, so at least they fit the job description. And I reserve the right to use the term �God-like musical genius� whenever I see fit, because for once it�s true.

They don�t move a lot on stage. They don�t talk at all and they don�t play an encore. Whatever it is that they actually do though must be pretty damn special to manage and distort the space time continuum and make an hour and a half pass in little more than five minutes. It�s like you�ve been sent into a deep and peaceful hypnosis by a giant band shaped pendulum, and it�s been one of the most pleasing experiences of your life.

Like a thinking man�s Radiohead, they�re an indie band who got out of bed the wrong side, but then stumbled upon a musical thesaurus and an imagination. There are points when their experimentation may drag its heels a bit, like when their keyboard player seemingly finds a note that he particularly enjoys and then proceeds to sit on it for ten minutes, but even this is peculiarly mesmerising. The songs all seamlessly merge into one another, lapping over you in a pleasantly soothing motion, and the intricacy of it all takes you back.

And as they amble off stage with the minimal amount of fuss we get a hushed but genuine "thanks" and even a brief smile. What a treat.

Ladies and Gentlemen we have been floating in space, prepare for re-entry.