Flying Scribble's We're A Chameleon opens with "Puzzlmind", which best surmises the Flying Scribble experience: glass shattering, scraping drumbeats, the holistic singing voice of Louise Terry.

Though "Porthole" is a lovely accordion-led number that takes a substantial detour around 2:54, "Tree to Tree" is plodding and uneventful, without the lilting vocals or effects…though the glockenspiel is a nice touch, as it always is.

"Animation in my Head" is a delightfully lo-fi sort of Stranglers number but passes without hoopla..."Anyway", however, ticks all the boxes: swift key changes, organ noise, a sort of religious/euphoric uprising that swelters but leads to, rather than a soaring reprise, a shuddering stop and bam, it’s done.

"Walk the Line" and "Keep Going" reminds me too much of a multitude of lesser bands; it’s not to say that Flying Scribble have much in common with the local lame ducks I have seen in my time, but I feel they can do better. "Walk the Line" feels as if it goes on for too long and, aside from the Terry’s vocal prowess towards the song’s end, it all but falls flat.

"Coconut Walk" is where FS shine; kooky and sparse, the few instruments used are well-placed and used to best effect. Terry’s vocals are somewhere between Kate Bush and The Knife’s Fever Ray...glorious.

"Tricks in the Thicks" turns the aforementioned sound on its head and transforms into a dark, nostalgic, smoky,1940s-esque shimmy, best suited to a piano bar or played over a silent movie of a women murdering a philandering husband.

Flying Scribble are set to become one of those underground "to watch" bands that will feature heavily on your local radar in months to come. Keep eyes and onions peeled.

Review score: 6/10