At the heart of Ohmme's debut is a charming piece of importune - two classically-trained pianists, experienced jobbing musicians with the likes of Whitney and Chance the Rapper, decide they'd actually quite like to make a dirty, tricksy guitar album. It's a brilliantly amateurish concept (in the literal, Victorian sense of the word) and one that Ohmme deliver on magnificently over 9 fully realised tracks that demand attention.

On the one hand there's the Tuneyards-esque bounce of the post-chorus of 'Water', and on the other the silly pop of opener 'Icon', delivered through a hard to pin down 5/4 time signature. 'Grandmother' is a stomping drone topped by boyish, languorous vocals and a joyous middle section. With a small palette, the songwriting duo of Sima Cunningham and Macie Stewart gather a relatively brief but imaginative collection with enough loud-quiet/poppy-weird transitions to stick in the mind. The album is alternately heavy and light, showing off their flexibility with odd rhythms and droning melodies.

Little tricks are peppered around Parts, just waiting to be discovered; an arpeggiated vocal that may or may not be sampled, tuned and hammered out on a MIDI keyboard on 'Water'; manual volume knob twiddling on 'Walk Me'; the Nat Baldwin-recalling brilliance of the woodwind on 'Sentient Being'. It's a well-balanced album with enough moments of tenderness to balance the noisier tracks.

In particular, the offbeat ‘Peach’ is hugely promising. It’s rare to find a track where the drums deliver the most memorable lurches in tone – rhythms meld and swim beneath tinny cuts of guitar noise, almost failing to pull themselves back into the song structure. Deerhoof pull off this kind of trick regularly. Not many other bands manage it.

Getting on board with a new artist early on can feel like a blessing. I remember watching a raw Young Fathers supporting Why? in Manchester prior to the release of their first EP on Anticon, and walking away feeling like I’d been gifted a glimpse of the future. Getting out and proselytising about a new discovery to anyone who will listen justifies the old axiom that there's no believer more fanatical than a convert. Ohmme are one such act, and on Parts, it's well worth getting on at the ground floor.