Three years holed up in an East London bedroom is enough to send even the most down-to-earth creatives into a never-ending spiral of pompous excretion and ‘am I cool enough?’-induced paranoia. Thankfully Django Django have spent their time in drummer and producer David Maclean’s abode sensibly; honing and crafting their lolloping art rock into something rather special. Tales of perseverance don’t tend to set pulses racing, but this quartet have made the sensible sensational. The band’s self-titled first offering grabs our attention from the off; as ‘Introduction’ heralds a Spaghetti Western-esque opener complete with pulsing synths, bird chirrups and insect hum, before ‘Hail Bop’’s big beats get us bouncing. As ‘Django Django’ unfolds, it fl its between the rhythmic, multi-genre inspired and incredibly dance-able (‘Default’’s all bells and scratchy riffs, ‘Skies Over Cairo’ is snake-charmer electronica, ‘Silver Rays’ is Devo meets The Beta Band, while ‘Wor’ is driven by sirens and bluesy stomps) and contemplatory, reflective, acoustic guitar flecked efforts such as ‘Firewater’, ‘Hands Of Man’ and ‘Love’s Dart’ – all executed with precision, passion and infectious energy. Smart guys, smart record.