It's said by someone somewhere that every story has been told already, the same could be said of music. It seems that every artist is an amalgamation of the same few classic artists in their genre. But some times you don't have to do it different, you just have to do it better.

Weird Dreams are London based and fronted by Doran Edwards, formerly of Hadouken peers The Ghost Frequency. It's a bit of a jump, but the past is the past, and we can all learn from prior mistakes, there's no need to hold it against him. In his new venture Edwards has employed all the greatest summer guitar band tricks of jangling guitars, plenty of echoes and liberal use of tambourine.

Choreography's indie-pop opener 'Vague Hotel' sets us off in perfect foot stomping, hand clapping fashion. A thumping floor-tom leads some of us down memory lane to the 80's, whilst others are reminded of that Tears For Fears scene from Donnie Darko. The ever so slightly disturbing 'Hurt So Bad' combines this same pounded out good-vibes beat to tell Edward's tale of a masochistic relationship. "I wanna feel pushed around / I wanna feel the back of your hands / I wanna feel demoralised" - rarely since The Cure have pop songs sounded so twisted, Robert Smith would be proud.

However the gimmicks run thin by the third track 'Holding Nails'. As well produced as this album is, when you don't notice the third track has started it's rarely a good thing. 'Faceless' makes a valiant effort at reviving your attention with the best bass riff all year, but falls back into mediocrity when the vocals flood in.

Thankfully the life raft that is 'Little Girl' breaks this wave of sleep, by being more relaxed. The change of pace works well and helps awaken you to a quality track. It's a slow burning dance number to twirl around the beach bonfire to with your ever-so-cool friends. In fact just listening to this track is the equivalent of putting on a pair of Ray-Bans and staring into the middle distance whilst girls swoon at the faintest glimpse of your shadow.

'666.66' re-ignites that bonfire with a low key strumalong showcasing Edwards songwriting at its simplest and at its best. This belongs on a much more accomplished album though, and ends up sticking out like a sunburned Scot on Brighton beach.

The real problem is that whilst the tracks are good, they don't individually have much to say. You'll find yourself looking down and notice you've gone through four songs when you thought it was only two. There's very little to hold the attention and in the wise words of my mum as she heard me listening to it today "It's a bit dreary isn't it?"

So maybe Weird Dreams should try going back to different instead of stretching for a better they'll never achieve.