Margate’s Gang exist in a world of their own - it's just not necessarily planet Earth. The three piece, having just set up their own label to release their debut LP - 925 ‘TIL I DIE - were suddenly kidnapped and replaced by inter-dimensional green doppelgangers. The nefarious imposters have since played alongside Wand, Oh Sees, Kagoule and an impressive roll-call of respected mind-melters.

Now in full control of Gang, the aliens have come to deliver a message. It makes perfect sense, then, that a track-by-track breakdown of the album from these emerald tyrants serves as a warning to us all.

You can stream the sprawling, exhaustive and excellent 925 ‘TIL I DIE (released on July 21st on M8s Records) below. Strap yourself in and try to decipher the alien’s messages as you go:

'Doppelgang'

A conversation between members of Seattle band So Pitted is overheard on a distant radio broadcast, as the planet crumbles beneath your feet.

'Messiah'

Behold the pitfalls of idolatry. Humans fall into two categories: those seeking leaders and those seeking followers. Is it wiser to seek neither? A neo-classical breakdown ensues, which sounds like the theme from Morrowind.

'Enough Nothing'

The scene is set, the club is packed and the people are clueless. Escapism is part and parcel in this narcissistic voyage to the depths of the early morning. I've had enough nothing I realise. Sipping a pint, unquenchable, nothing is enough.

'You Did It By Accident, In My Brain'

Recorded on the astral plane with two drum kits (our good friend John Davies lent his drumming talents). It also features a guitar solo performed by our cool dad Bernie Tormé. John played a drum fill which he mistakenly thought Jimi had been doing on the track. Jimi said he'd never played the fill, to which John replied "you did it by accident, in my brain".

'Pearly Noose'

Meant to feel like the moment leading up to an orgasm. The lyric "Life's made up of little deaths" is a reference to the French term "La petite mort". It means "the brief loss or weakening of consciousness" which has been likened to the moment of climax.

'Skinny Dipper'

There is a temptation to indulge, and a fear of doing so. Kind of like getting naked and entering a cold body of water. Always intimidating, sometimes rewarding, rarely life threatening.

'Breath Before Death'

The first steps into sleep signal the death of the day. The sky, thick with the haze of sunburnt leaves strips you bare and only you are left, one in seven billion, seven billion as one.

'The Big Prang'

The eye of the storm in which Doppelgang were conceived, consecrated and consumed. The beginning of the green universe all started with a big prang.

'2b Abused'

Winter has ended and spring has sprung. The eternal shift between seasons carries us through three hundred and sixty degrees of internal examination. The external withers and regenerates and withers and regenerates and withers and regenerates.

'1, 2, 3, 4. Bomb, you, me, war'

From a child's perspective. A list of common words that nowadays are as familiar as learning to count to 10. Words like war, hate, bomb, trump. Words that children are become familiar with, but have no understanding of. They are told the meaning, the importance, the necessity of these things before they are able to form their own opinions on them. Even ideas like "me" and "you" are hammered into humans from a young age. This is an imagining a child's perception of modern terminology.

'Rawboned'

Society has a tendency to use wealth as a bandage for more deep rooted human issues. Financial stability is seen as the mark of success, sometimes at the cost of emotional or spiritual stability. "Does it feel safe inside a wage?" is an enquiry from one who has decided to pursue things which they deem to be more valuable.

'Time'

As we take our shared steps into the shallows of the river Styx hand in hand, each eye gleaming, the internal clock slows while the seconds continue to flow like vino rosso. Rose vines hold us together as consciousness fades from present to future to passed.

'Dead'

A song about fearing mortality, and the catharsis which accompanies facing that fear instead of fleeing from it. Death, after all, is the only reason life is valuable to us. It is the only thing that gives humanity true agency. The screamed vocal in the chorus echoes terror, and the angelic harmony echoes the blissful acceptance. At first confusing and uncomfortable, but by the end, it feels like greeting an old friend.