Only Spiritualized could kick off an album with a near nine-minute, stomp along riot, which gives way to an scattergun crescendo of cymbals and thwacked pianos, before an unexpected reprise reminiscent of Blur’s ‘Tender’. And that’s the glory of ‘Sweet Heat Sweet Light’ – Jason Pierce writes like a man who knows he can do no wrong. It’s everything you’d expect; from the lulling, introspective ‘Too Late’ to the balls-out anarchic pomp of ‘Headin’ For The Top Now’ – and the result is one of the most brilliantly chaotic, mesmerising albums you’ll hear all year.

Matt Glass