It was only a very short while ago that we went on waxing lyrical about Brooklyn quintet Salt Cathedral. Then, Take Me To The Sea immediately prompted the kind of bewildered gasps usually heard emanating up and out from the Pantheon once the latest tourist horde has finally realised that there really is a hole in the roof. Its intricate magnificence proved subdued, though utterly absorbing and Dirty Me is absolutely no different: again playing off that same playfulness endemic in Foals’ Antidotes, Juliana Ronderos’ airy vocal, which repeatedly sighs of “the 1% most of the time”, wriggles its way somewhat akin to an ascending exclamation about dizzying samples, the flittering of flighty guitars, and schizophrenic rhythms. And the result is categorically awe-inspiring. Again.