INFLUENCES spill from every line, every lick, every slick intro and every drum roll.

It's all here in a not altogether unlovable 12 songs which sit on the heavier fringe of marketable noise.

If you feel, as many do, that the Foo Fighters are just a little too contrived to take a genuine squeeze on your emotions, then The Heights push deeper into that territory.

They are difficult to trust as, one strongly senses, at any given moment they will be filtering their parents' record collections.

Nevertheless, this is an upbeat and nicely paced gathering which works well in the car and would neatly soundtrack any festival outing.

In places, the references are cleverly mixed. Sweet Isabelle, for instance, twists towards a light pyschedelia while Kettle Song evokes lovely memories of The Beatles circa Revolver, which is never a bad thing.