By all that’s rational and reasonable, The Braindead Collective should an embarrassment.  Imagine it, Seb Reynolds, ex-Sexy Breakfast and Evenings keyboard player, being smug enough to convene a loose improvised collective based around whichever of his old scenester chums is around on a given night.  Imagine the self-serving tiresomeness, imagine the sickening in-joke winks.  But, imagine is all we’re able to do if we want this band to be bad, because in actuality they’re excellent, not only a surprisingly well-controlled unit, but also one that can balance awkward noise with alluring melody better than many bands that have practised twice a week since the fourth form.  They start with an eerie, reverby pulse of a piece that sounds like ‘Astronomy Domine’ left out in the rain for six months, and develop a balance between Chris Beard’s chiming, ingenuous vocals and some oscillating keys.  Over all this Seb spills reverby sax trills and Jimmy Evil throws in some ornery guitar figures that were left over from Suitable Case For Treatment.   The reading from William Burroughs might be somewhat sophomoric, but in other ways the band is highly original, at one point sounding like exotic sonic mould growing on a forgotten Chris Isaak ballad.  Irrational, unreasonable, and frankly wonderful.

White Noise Sound’s drone rock owes a fair amount to Spacemen 3, although the unexpected synth chugs also recall Add N To (X).  Although the simple music might sound as though it just fell out of bed into a bigger bed, the material is actually carefully thought out, and it’s rare to find a band with three guitarists that can so effortlessly control the texture of a piece, especially when none of them go within a mile of soloing.  The emphasis on song structure makes the band come off a little like Black Rebel Spaceship Club, and this is what lets them down a little.  Nothing wrong with any of the vocals, but tracks stop because the song has finished, when it sounds like the music is just warming up.  The final two pieces are comfortably the best, a pair of longer instrumentals that use the humming guitars as a launch pad for hypnotic repetition, rather than a peg on which to hang three verses.  It’s not often you see a band, and wish they’d done half as many tracks in twice as much time, but if this is space rock, it helps to give it some space.