Lonesome have approached their debut album with a curate’s eye. The track-list forms a sentence, and a looping drone that flows together from the end of the album round to the start again when the disc is left to spin. Between these intricacies and the conceptual story featuring the two characters in striking red and black on the cover, the depth of their ambition is writ large. None of this, of course, holds up when the music won’t do the heavy lifting. Fortunately, the Peterborough quintet’s sense of quiet grandeur means it absolutely does.

Something about their sound is familiar and unfamiliar all at once. They’ve taken the celestial atmosphere that plenty of bands, particularly British ones, want to evoke right now and folded it into a new shape, denser but no less gorgeous. Songs fl

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