They're mates with Maximo Park, The Futureheads and The Golden Virgins so if you're a fan of those bands read on, but Sunderland's Field Music don't sound like anybody but themselves.
Imagine the Gang Of Four trapped in an elevator with The Beach Boys, Paul McCartney's Wings, Prefab Sprout and Wire. Then extrapolate.
But beware, this isn't an album that you're going to fall in love with on first play. It's ambitious, jagged and sometimes disconcertingly complicated. Instead you'll have to live with it for a bit, keep listening and then you'll find out why everyone who's anyone is raving about this being one of the albums of 2005. It's beautiful, brilliant and blisteringly inspired.
But - hey! - don't take my word for it. Take a chance, buy it and I guarantee that within a dozen plays, you'll believe that Sunderland has suddenly become the centre of the musical universe.