Although Singapore doesn't necessarily have a booming indie scene, the amount of labels that have been popping up within the past couple of years is remarkable. Subsuming the DIY aesthetic needed for a country with a minimal amount of artist exposure, Singapore has become a hot bed for a loyal, bustling scene. However, the scene falls short when it comes to diversity: Mostly electronic or dream-pop, both styles seem to reflect the sluggish weather of their homeland, but they fail to establish an identity beyond that. With labels like KYO Records, Midnight Shift, and Middle Class Cigars, the dreamy vantage is blossoming, but again, fails to burst the bubble they've caught themselves in.

Among the dreamers and the smokers in Singapore, one band has been stirring up quite a bit of attention: Sobs. Without a set of proper demos or singles, Sobs' debut EP Catflap is oddly matured. With obvious, modern influences of Frankie Cosmos, Jay Som, and - surprisingly - Mac DeMarco, Catflap not only tilts its cap to contemporary indie darlings, but goes out on a limb of its own. Channeling both jangly power-pop and noodling guitars, Sobs come out of Catflap with a sigh of relief, but more importantly with a breath of fresh air. Avoiding the fly trap of artistic rubbish, the Singapore trio's debut is a statement of adolescent frustrations, awkward intimacy, and real world experiences, all tied together by dreamy honesty, like reading through the back pages of front-woman Celine Autumn's diary.

What seems to make Catflap so convincing - besides its brutal integrity - is just how relatable it actually is. Catflap gets you punch-drunk to the point of no return, but it's over before the hangover begins, making a sincere, if not stimulating artistic statement. It's a witty move on Sobs' part. The five song EP can do wonders for a virgin band, by exposing their approach and introducing the world they've made for you, without forcing it down your throat too much. That might be the most vital part of Catflap, too - it's not too needy, and it gives you enough flavour to keep craving more.

On the opener, 'Hunchback', the guitar tones sound eerily familiar, but the mellowed vocals open a world of their own: "What was I pissed about/ Probably something so silly/ My head's feeling warm/Being irrational's a norm /It's my excuse to take a swing /But was it worth it?" These unembellished lyrics seem to pinpoint the attitude which Sobs took into the recording process; careless, yet somehow completely vulnerable. Mix that in with jittery, love struck vocals, incredibly apprehensive hooks, and a concoction of mathy guitar progressions, Catflap boldly states that they're Middle Class Cigars' most promising, if not relevant band.

Much like fellow label-mates Subsonic Eye, Sobs bring about a force of pensive teenage wastelands, but where Sobs separate themselves from Subsonic Eye - or any Singapore band for that matter - is their ability to avoid blandish, romantic tropes. The innocence is brutally truthful, the music is absurdly focused, and the vocals compliment the band's aesthetic like no other. More promising than most 2017 debuts, Catflap is, without a doubt, an instant classic, but one that will resonate with you not only in the future, but upon immediately listening to it.