Shell Company revel in creating swells of sound that feel tidal in their swaying ebb and flow, occasionally cut through with more defined motifs or plunged downwards through a satisfyingly brittle lo-end crackle. The memories that fray on a post-club night walk home reside here, underpinned by Rosabella's poetry, part 5am epiphany, part deeper yearning for a shift in scenario - it’s a quiet battle for hope against boredom, despondency and the gnawing anxiety of life darkened by the ever-lengthening shadows of 21st century Britain.