Okay, first item on the agenda is to bin any smart-alecky opening lines about Garlic leaving a bad taste in the mouth. The Murky World Of Seats deserves better, despite its own predominantly smart-alecky tone and terrible sub-Damien Hirst title.

Garlic revolves around main brainstem Mike Wyzgowski, a man good for a fiver since writing the Perfecto house hit ‘Not Over Yet’ with Rob Davis and Paul Oakenfold (and included here, albeit in a rather more bucolic and gentrified stylee).

Elsewhere, …Seats is basically an alterna-rock post-country cocktail comprised of equal measures Pavement, Silver Jews and Grandaddy (‘Slave To The Summer, Son’ is a cop-that-riff dead giveaway) plus the odd dash of Beck or the I’m So Cerebral It Hurts But You Kinda Like Me Anyway vibe you’d get off a Magnetic Fields opus, all topped off by Wyzgowski’s anaemic Neil Young whine. You get the gist – if the sight of weedy young whiteys fondling their Fenders doesn’t get you off, look elsewhere.

All told, Garlic have weighed in with a quirky and diverting debut. That’ll do, Pig.