Intelligence is a rare commodity in a dumbed down, TOWIE (The Only Way Is Essex for the fortunately uninitiated) world. True wit is even rarer. The uber skeptical, confrontational Norwich band Scumbag Philosopher (who used to labour under the more confrontational and anti-commercial name of Fuck Dress) have both in abundance and bring them to bear on their debut album It Means Nothing So It Means Nothing . They rail at the world from the other side of the mainstream from a corner of the music world that John Peel used to call home.

With angular guitar, metronomic drums and alienated call and response male/female vocals it’s an album that harks back to a time when indie actually meant something; a time when indie was a badge of honour for bands who stood outside the mainstream not a day pass to the 'C' list; a time when intelligence and experimentation meant more than a diploma from the Brits School. It’s an album that carefully chronicles the petty frustrations of modern life. From the senseless bureaucratic evaluative processes of the modern corporate clones ('Tickbox Exercise') to the utter pointlessness and deceits of on-line social interaction ('Social Networking Site') they take on popular, consumerist culture in a fight to the death. By the end of the album, by my reckoning, these scumbag philosophers are well ahead on points.

'Heroes at Home' is an hilarious reminder that the so-called heroes of popular culture are no different than us mere mortals. Although I’m not sure that Bono is really worried about his pension plan. The album’s centrepiece and masterpiece is the naggingly insistent alt punk assault of 'God Is Dead So I Listen To Radiohead' (formerly known in the band’s Fuck Dress incarnation as 'Suburban Nietzsche Freak'). Abrasive guitars, disinterested semi-spoken boy/girl vocals and a chorus that sticks to the brain like a superglued gecko. It’s been around for a couple of years now but still sounds like it’s been freshly minted.

It Means Nothing So It Means Nothing burns with angry indignation, sardonic frustration and satirical confidence. It’s heartening that there are bands like Scumbag Philosopher around to remind us of the absurdities of modern life. If they didn’t exist, for our own sanity, we’d need to invent them.