London four-piece the Palma Violets' thrilling live shows have had NME in a froth for several months now (Best of Friends was even its Best Track of 2012). The debut album by indie's latest great white hopes, however, is notable mainly for its crushing ordinariness. Coming across like a chloroformed Libertines, their rough-around-the-edges sound is given a warm veneer by Peter Mayhew's keys, but they're hamstrung by a painful lack of memorable songs. There are glimmers of inspiration on the fuzzed-up Rattlesnake Highway and the more contemplative Chicken Dippers; the rest is disappointingly underwhelming.