DANG! DANG! DANG! DANG! DANG! DANG! What does ‘Pounding’ do? It pounds and pounds and pounds. Gloriously, endlessly, transcendently…building, almost imperceptibly, to a) the best guitar solo since Aztec Camera’s Roddy Frame took a back seat and b) the best exit-left jangly guitar coda since Johnny Marr left [a]Smiths[/a]. And at the centre? Jimi Goodwin, no-one’s idea of Pavarotti, but a bloke whose vocals throb with an Everyman hurt and humanity. Is it happy? Is it sad? Better than that ‘Pounding’ is ALIVE! Frenzied orgasms ‘n’ irretrievable breakdowns, blazing suns ‘n’ blazing rows, scarf-waving stadium joy and box-bedroom frustration…it’s all here. As for the Soulsaver’s mix of ‘Satellites’ and [a]Four Tet[/a]’s take on ‘M62’, well, they’re your post-coital cigarettes. Or, rather, cigars. Essential.