It's hard to talk about this mini-album from Leeds rockers Wintermute without breaking out the geometry set: 'angular', 'sharp', jagged', urm... 'isoceles?' Guitars stop and start, cut and jab like a robot knifefight. The spectre of classic old-school emo (Refused, ATDI, a bit of Fugazi) lurks in the background throughout, especially in the vocal delivery, but its a very 2008 take on it. At times Wintermute sound like a teenage band who've stopped playing Hundred Reasons covers in their parent's garage and started going clubbing instead. Their influences stand out a mile, but while the pieces are familiar, they've been dis-assembled and put back together in interesting new formations, like an autistic's lego set. There's perhaps a bit too much of the obligatory four-to-the-floor disco beat, which must be the first thing they teach at drum lessons these days, but it'd be unfair to single this band out for that since they're hardly the only culprits. Occasionally Wintermute are blindly poppy, sometimes they're geeky and impenetrable - I'm still not sure exactly what I think of them. This isn't necessarily a classic Album, but its a curio, and a hint that somewhere down the line they could do great things

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