Ever since 98.7 per cent of new bands started sounding like they’d fallen off the back of ‘Unknown Pleasures’ around 2010, indie rock has been playing a three-year game of What Would Joy Division Have Done Next? Now it’s Chapel Club’s turn, and on their second album they’ve decided to play the wild card of Wafty Psychtronica. And they win! Leaving the mist-strewn graveyard for a swing around clubland, they adopt Hurts-ish synth blasts, Everything Everything crackles and blissfully tranquilised ’80s funk. The heady dance bent to ‘Fruit Machine’, ‘Sleep Alone’ and the 10-minute ‘Good Together’ does restrain singer Lewis Bowman’s poetic leanings – for the most part he’s a ghostly, repetitive presence. But he manages to weave a desolate drug-dream romance around the hallucinogenic hypnosis of ‘Force You’, rap wounded wisdoms on the poppy ‘Shy’ and distill a sense of nocturnal urban ennui throughout. Relevance restored.