Shrouded in gloom and burdened with an album title ripe for the plague-ridden times we currently inhabit, Clock Of Time deliver the kind of deathrock-smudged post-punk you might expect but with the panache and songwriting ability you might not from a band so young. I hear Crow People, A Touch Of Hysteria and Subhumans circa ‘Worlds Apart’ in here, but alongside the well-observed classicism there’s a modern sense of heft and pushiness that many of today’s damper, spindlier emulators would do well to observe. Despite the dour, smoggy atmosphere it’s all incredibly sharp, with neat melodies elbowing their way in and the strangely British-sounding vocals resonating with a forlorn and desperate ache. It’s a stark and compelling piece of work, and considering it was put together when the band weren’t yet a year old you have to wonder what kind of heights they might be capable of scaling.