There have been a few bands over the past decade or so who have adopted the motto of "the more the merrier." Broken Social Scene were once nineteen members strong, Polyphonic Spree boast twenty-one, I’m From Barcelona take it to the extreme with a staggering twenty-nine (although I’m sceptical about the input of at least two-thirds of those guys, surely tambourine doesn’t count!).We Aeronauts don’t quite achieve double figures in terms of personnel, but the spirit of their music is very resonant to those aforementioned bands who would rather share the enjoyment of making music with as many friends as possible.

Oxford’s very own “kitchen-sink” indie band formed back in 2007 after a group excursion to France indebted the eight friends with a passion to produce music; music which would personify their convivial comradery, togetherness and love for travelling. The result was similar to a folk-inspiredYou Forgot It in People era Broken Social Scene. Chalon Valley EP finds the band on good form, and drifting further away from those BSS comparisons.

Opener ‘The Boatswain’s Cry’ and ‘Chalon Valley House Band’ are both concise, nicely structured songs owing more to Oxford’s recent major folk export Stornoway, with the latter track featuring uplifting trumpets, the welcome addition of a banjo and a closing wave of stirring gang vocals. Slow closer ‘Alpe d’Huez’ struggles to impress until the choir-like harmonies, distorted churning guitars and crashing cymbals towards the end lifts the song into grander territory.

‘Fleet River’, the EP longest track at nearly six minutes, delights in recreating that – ahem, not again – Broken Social Scene brand of sprawling, noisy indie-rock. Despite quite obviously owing much to their influences, you can’t help to enjoy the ride, even if it is a familiar one. Jagged guitar chords and marching-band style percussion finally kicks in after two-minutes of atmospheric, guitar/xylophone preamble. The lyrics occupy the realms of positive defiance (“Can we make a stand? Don’t leave anyone behind!”), add that to a breakdown of obligatory handclaps and a final flourish of grandiose guitar noise contrasted with a fanfare of trumpets, the formula may be well-known, yet it is no less enjoyable.