Having recently become obsessed by The Arcade Fire’s Funeral, in all its glorious furious ecstasy (nothing bar ‘Neighbourhood #1’ has been in my head for a month), I had some difficulty adjusting when I Am Kloot arrived in the house. You may not know them; they are low-key and lugubrious, like a Mancunian Lambchop, or Badly Drawn Boy with scruffier hats. They’re not exactly Wagner. They’re wonderful.