The return of ace Scottish four piece Sons & Daughters is good news for those who likes their music with a cutthroat edge.

On Gilt Complex, singer Adele’s customary caustic vocals spit razor-sharp rebukes to a world obsessed with celebrity and greed. Fittingly the music sounds like a witch-hunt, with its mob-on-the-move rhythms, stabbing guitar riff and chanting backing vocals. It’s anachronistic to describe any rock music as medieval but Sons & Daughters consistently manage to fit ye olde bille. They are fast becoming the hitherto unsuspected link between England’s wandering minstrels and the boxcar blues men of America’s Deep South.