The fact that this is the first review for an album that's been out for over six months says a lot, really. Very few people - comparatively speaking - have heard this amazing group and yet they are one of the finest from across the Atlantic right now. Canadian by nationality, they have the uncanny ability to pen superb, heart-felt songs that sound absolutely huge without ever resorting to sentimentality or over-wrought playing. They've been dogged by comparisons to Bruce Springsteen - not least for the affinity with the working man that their lyrics seem to display - but let's face it, there are far worse artists to be accused of emulating than The Boss. The fact of the matter is that this is uncomplicated, honest, life-affirming rock n' roll and with bands like The Gaslight Anthem garnering rave reviews of late, Constantines are more than deserving of similar levels of recognition. Newcomers should get this, along with previous album, the sublime Tournament of Hearts, to which Kensington Heights bears the closest resemblance, and then check out the more punk-driven earlier stuff.