I wouldn't want to share Whitey's nightmares if this magnificently gloomy and paranoid album is their soundtrack. A winning collision of powerchords and juddering synths, powered by drums that you wouldn't want to meet down a dark alley, Light at the end...'s simple templates pulse and throb with feeling. There are echoes of early Chemical Brothers and even Manitoba but those are tempered by a pop sensibility that makes Whitey's dark epics singalongable and will, I promise you, have you tapping your toes, if not dancing.