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It's a trap, surely. One of the tracks on Tense Men's new mini-album is called 'Nonentities'. It's a fairly nondescript tune without a tune, that ambles along doing very little for 5 minutes 27 seconds and barely touches the sides during the journey between the ears. Another is called 'Stages of Boredom'. Reviewers beware.

Trap or coincidence, I can't not describe the six tracks on offer here as nonentities. You can tell what Tense Men are trying to do with these stabs of unrelenting sound, with few attempts at melody and not a key change in sight. They're trying to make urgent, mesmeric music that forces its way into your consciousness by implacability alone.

It doesn't work, not really. There's the odd dash of jittery punk and Joy Division have a lot to answer for here. It's very occasionally engaging enough to penetrate, but it doesn't hold the interest anywhere near long enough to prevent you forgetting it's happening and automatically reaching for something half-decent by The Fall when it's done.

'Nonentities', actually, is one of the better tracks. The drum-less 'Where Dull Care is Forgotten' offers brief interest but peters out. 'Opiate Glow' is all right, it's got shouty bits either side of the odd monotone verse, but it offers a rare splash of emotional levity on an otherwise belligerent record. The whole thing brings to mind a man staring at you unnervingly on the tube. Why's he looking at me? Oh Christ I can't look away. Do I have to fight him? Why is this happening?

Tense Men is a supergroup made up of members of Cold Pumas, Sauna Youth and Omi Palone, three bands who have made quite averagely sized waves up to now. If you put three five out of tens together and calculate the arithmetic mean, it doesn't take Pythagoras to work out what you'll end up with.