In the annals of 'Songs You Don't Want to Hear on Your Way to Work', A Lazarus Soul's 'Icon' deserves its own special place. It's claustrophobic, it's driven by a bassline that wouldn't brighten anyone's day and it has a chorus - "The kingdom of the plenty, where my heart is black and empty" - that would convince many to turn around and seek solace in the duvet. It's also fantastic and is in the best of good and glum company here.

Heavy on atmosphere, 'Graveyard of Burnt Out Cars' is a record whose melancholy is almost hypnotic and where every song sounds like it's been slaved over long into lonely nights.

These tales of lost friendship, life on the downside and memories dredged are seldom told at a fast pace, and while some might say the Dublin outfit's copies of 'Unknown Pleasures' and 'Closer' don't owe them anything, that doesn't take away from what they've achieved here - or their ability to sometimes startle. In an age where technology means that people often only listen to albums in bits, this is one best appreciated from start to finish.

A record about disappointments that doesn't disappoint - you'll need to be in a certain mood, but if you are a treat awaits.

Harry Guerin