If I obsess, please forgive me. It's difficult not to in this instance. Having surveyed the Malahide hailing four piece's progression over the past year via innumerable support slots; the anticipation of seeing if their onstage deftness and determination translated to their debut offering was palpable. To curb any lurking suspicions that this reviewer was already a convert, the promo was sneaked on intermittently to gauge reactions. Said reactions (of which there were many) were always the same - lofty inquisition mixed with a certain agitation. The Immediate clearly aren't background music. If one had to pick holes, one could be the album's relentless eclecticism. Being lovingly enveloped by searing vocals wafting over well crafted art pop songs, then suddenly being thrust into a bilious outburst, might not sit well with many a listener (Fashion or Faith's caustic chorus being a fitful example).Another possible pitfall is what might be deemed a lack of lyrical cohesion - but the consistently morphing melodies tend to act as a fitful diversion. There will be individuals primed to ridicule the quartet, primarily due to their defiant self assuredness and their mid set instrumental acrobatics. Their mission to create a chaotic musical menagerie seems almost honed to annoy the odd few - but before you make your assumptions, rest your ears on the beautifully rounded lounge sound of 'Big Sad Eyes', the skin bristling crescendo of 'Let This Light Fill Your Eyes', the Arcade Fire emulative 'Can't Stop Moving', the gritty pretty guitars, the pitch perfect harmonies, the solid drums. . . the sheer proliferation is enough to make your head spin. It may take some convincing initially, but you'll soon see the bottom line - The Immediate have raised the bar for home grown talent. For that alone, they should be lauded.