Current touring buddies of Matador label-mates Interpol, Algiers serve notice here with a debut album of brooding, almost malevolent intensity, that they have the potential to emulate, and perhaps even surpass, the success of their more illustrious forebears. Seriously. There is that much potential in this self-titled debut album. You may very well scoff. You might think that my ears deceive me, or that I have used the Bank Holiday to over-indulge to such an extent that I’m not hearing straight, but just give this album a listen, one solitary, initially dispassionate listen, and you just see if the combination of impassioned Sixties and Seventies soul, dark Mancunian-influenced driving synth beats and straight up rapturous rabble-rousing does not completely entrance you. I promise you, give this record the space to burrow its way into your consciousness, and it could just have a similar impact to the one which “Turn on the Bright Lights did all those years ago.