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I have an interview lined up with Oceansize in a minute – but I am think I am going to blow it out, as I have just listened to their new album about three times back to back and I am incensed with rage. How have this potential rock-deity of a band, managed to produce a second ‘prog-Coldplay’ album?

Oceansize have all the ingredients and talent for bringing the UK metal scene out of our big brother's shadow. And do they use it? Do they fuck. One sodding heavy song each album, with the rest just self-indulgent twaddle. Three guitars on stage, all just doing syncopated chord picking, song-after-song-after-ten-minute-song. The lyrical lines can barely be heard, and are purposely kept below the parapet, just in case anyone can hear what the fuck they are about.

I am standing behind Mike [Vennart, frontman], and I should be questioning him on the move to a German label from Beggars, and the enormous 40 date European tour they have booked up. Or why no-one books this amazing band for festivals, or why most of the media seems to ignore them for not being in tight jeans and having jiggered indie guitar parts. Instead, all I can think about is how 80 minutes of recording is reduced to one good song. And blimey the track is great - worthy of the 80 minutes of twee.

'Sleeping Dogs and Dead Lions' – Stadium rock riff, worthy of an instant circle pit. It feels off-key and out of time, yet its basic hook is enough to get anyone shoving his or her closest companion about. Live it doesn’t lose a thing – the crowd roar when it goes out. In fact, the crowd shout when they announce any of their heavier tracks.

Tonight’s crowd is heaving, it being almost impossible to see the band – they could of taken a risk on Koko as I think probably would of filled most of it. Oceansize seem to have fallen through the cracks of the UK’s music scene. Not adopted by the metallers for being too pansy, the mainstream for being too prog, the festival bookers for being utterly lacking in buzz, or the hipster ATP crowd for being erm…. too English.