Within all this punk energy though, is the strong smell of patchouli oil as they embody an early 80’s Stonehenge festival vibe.

Fire On The Hill is a wondrous little cracker of an album with some beautiful arrangements and stunning melodies.

Not for them the gnarled and groove-ridden guitars, but instead a massed wall of sound that hits you like a sledgehammer.

Listening to the score of All Gates Open, you feel as if you are stepping into those artistic visual worlds in a way that sci-fi artist Jodie Day has unveiled to the world.

This is music made to be played out at parties or concert halls though, with limbs flailing about and a high risk of some damage happening.

The Moth is not for the faint of heart, but you have to give Devin a lot of credit for bringing this story to life.

A band to keep an eye on, there is a lot here to keep the interest burning. In the main, the music is deeply satisfying and will certainly demand repeated plays.

Wormhole is one of those albums that will take repeatable listens to embark on. Whether you get it or you don’t, you have to approve the daring challenge Kreng has set on this world to give us the opportunity to see what will happen next.

A Pale White Dot feels less prog heavy than previous albums, although still retains those moments of technical prowess which set them apart from similar bands who play on the quiet/loud emotive style.

Evolution sparks this massive electrical energy charging at you, in a way that the group pulls in these incredible blistering, yet skull-crunching, hard rock sounds that come out of the volcanoes, ready to erupt at any second.

There’s no useless meandering here, and again, it is all about creating spaces that can recreate a vast, cinematic whole that puts meaning both into country and ambient at the same time.

Iron Kingdom has really taken their stance with hard rock and heavy metal to a standstill, packed with amazement and shining glory in all of its wonder.

Unholy Drum isn’t for the faint of heart, but what a way this group has endured as a listener by taking its massive powder keg, waiting to explode at any second.

It hits you when you look back at those wonderful moments you have with your loved one or your parents to focus on the good that was always there in our childhood.

It is quite interesting that something so easy on the ears turns out to be something of an exception among piano-driven albums.