I always wonder what it is that makes some bands 'stick' in my collection and other, equally good in many cases, bands fall by the wayside after a couple of listens. Whatever it is The Bronze Medal have it with crates to spare. One song and I was a goner; a whole EP is a total treat.

It's hard to categorise a band who struggle to even categorise themselves, but the Bronze Medal are a delicious mix of, in my lowly opinion, the best genres of music – folk, alternative rock, postrock. If you crossed Frightened Rabbit with Explosions In The Sky – the folk sensibilities with the intense melodrama, you'd be in the right ballpark. It's the sort of sound that doesn't demand your attention, it could be quietly on in the background without halting everyone's chat. But because it's not beige enough to go unnoticed, it would quietly insinuate itself into your mood regardless and when you do give it the time and attention it deserves then it is truly beautiful. The band's unique selling point is how they blend elements of each of these styles with angelic harmonies to create a wall of noise. Not the heavy, industrial, guarded-by-the-Mouth-of-Sauron wall of the Twilight Sad, but a shimmering, translucent wash of sound.

'Furrows' demonstrates this aptly, opening to judiciously reverbed vocal harmonies, growing into layers of drone and drums that fall away abruptly to leave the harmonies front and centre. Like the rest of the tracks so far, there seems to be a preoccupation with nature, "comfort in the furrows, worn into the soil," and a wistful longing for something – home, love, "I won't see home till Spring." This slightly mournful need emphasised by the descriptions of the land made me want to dig out my 19th Century poetry anthologies.

I know the age old debate of poetry versus lyrics (short version: they are not the same, maybe unless you're Leonard Cohen), but these lines could stand alone for me. It's good to be affected and not really know why. The lyrics are largely oblique, hinting at moments and emotions, but leaving questions everywhere and gaps for your own personal melancholy. Often the lyrics are repetitive, only not in a Nineties dance classic way, repeated so you can't not hear them, repeated to drive them home. And they're so simple and touching that it's just nice to have time to revel in them and absorb all the nuances of meaning.

Nowhere is this better demonstrated than with 'Show Me Land'. This track is out and out phenomenal, one of the best songs I've heard all year. Heartbreakingly lovely lyrics lead into a build up that takes over half the song. "All my friends are in love," the sense of loneliness and longing infused in that one sentence kills me. The pulse of the drums perfectly punctuates the rhythm of the lyrics as the harmonies grow increasingly insistent. An endlessly repeated lyrical phrase puts me in mind of Brand New's 'Limousine', much gentler, more desperate, but still with that driving sense of climax. You could have the most intense sex of your life to this track. It would be overwhelming, transcendent. Deploy carefully.

'No Hospitals' is exactly what's needed after the devastation of 'Show Me Land', opening with swooping, soothing washes of sound that ease slowly into finger-picked guitar. It's a lullaby of sorts, showcasing the other main theme of their songs – bodies, health or lack thereof. Remaining track, 'Womb', is gentler than the rest, to start at least. It feels like sheet rain on a Summer evening. When the drums finally kick in after a half song of gentle drone, they are centre stage and heavy, unlike on the rest of the EP, wholly satisfying, yet unexpected.

I normally try to find at least one 'even better if...' but I'd be picking holes in something that doesn't deserve it, because this is the work of some seriously conscientious young men and every note, beat and word has clearly been chosen extremely carefully. Every song follows a different, yet similar, evolution; parts picking up, meshing in, falling away, evolving. This in itself could be a criticism, over worked albums tend to lose their souls, only this isn't over worked, it's been nurtured just enough to mesh perfectly around its wistful heart. Ordinarily I'd be begging for an album soon, soon, soon, but here I'll practice patience. Something tells me these boys aren't to be rushed. It'll definitely be worth the wait, however long that may be.