This Brighton-based coven first piqued our interest in 2010, when they unleashed the reverb-drenched malevolence of ‘Marching Song’ on our lugholes. A year on they found themselves in the unlikely position of being pitted against Jessie J in the BBC’s Sound Of shortlist and, having subsequently lost out, shrugged off disappointment and vindicated the hype anyway, with a gloriously doom-laden debut LP. So here comes Wash The Sins Not Only The Face: a shape-shifting follow-up that was inspired by a cerebral brew of Salvador Dali, Sylvia Plath, T S Eliot and Ancient Greek palindromes, and finds the trio out to enchant with an irresistible combination of goth-tinged post-rock and whirling dream-pop. Suffice to say, it’s worked on us.