It starts with a simple dreamy pulse, some crisp neoteric guitar work and Ciaran McAuley's hypnotic vocals that thread right through spectral layers of overtly pop coated songs like 'Blood' and 'Face Marks', as it builds to an evocative crescendo in 'Street Fire's', finally evaporating into the album closer 'Climbing Out'. Altogether, it maintains the band's whimsical, transitory and occasional off-kilter sounds quite excellently. Patterns, composed of Ciaran McAuley, Alex Hillhouse, Laurence Radford and Jamie Lynch have timed the arrival of their debut album Walking Lines perfectly.

For a first album, it serves as quite an interesting lens for both the band's biography and their thematic styles. It's a worthy exhibition of a palatial set of elements that combine genres of dream-pop, shoegaze and indie, which stretch slightly toward a bit of psych-pop. The end result caused wholly by the culprits of well-placed intricate samples, sincere vocals and echoing guitar hooks. It floats on the same trajectory of having a daily wonder, a stroll through your own mind intensified with bursts of nostalgia and ambivalent freedom, just managing to clasp onto and capture the right amount of attention most indie guitar bands seem unable to hold onto.

The only obvious predicament is that it converges into a musical cul-de-sac. Just like a 'pattern' would celebrate a decoration repeated across a designated area, this could very well be their way of exposing their level of capabilities, their willingness to be vulnerable and explore music uninhibitedly - it becomes a pattern of sounds repeated across songs that cause each piece to lose their individuality. There are hints of previously visited melodies, familiar heard-befores and usual arrangements, but perhaps what it lacks in innovative compositions and originality, it augments through euphoric beautiful moments that feel undeniably genuine. There will always be space for a band like Patterns if you understand the commercial viability of dreamy chillwave guitar bands and the symmetry they can potentially achieve.

It's a calming and confidently heartfelt debut - an induction, as one of the track's titles is so aptly named. The production is as enjoyable as the experience afforded to the listener and thankfully there's an inexpressible sense of authentic, unpretentious lyricism emitting from Ciaran and the band. 'Waking Lines', the album's title track, promotes a sense of sincerity that explains the excitement for this band's upcoming journey. Of course when given the facts that this is their first album, the crit may seem untimely, often given at a point to which bands have already experienced a few trials and fateful errors first. So, with that said, I'd happily enjoy this particular pattern, on repeat.