Glasgow four piece Errors are a band of precision - being on a label run by Mogwai, it's no surprise that their music has a similar ability to pull cold beauty from a tool - like discipline, fashioning smooth, sleek and slippery surfaces from rugged terrain. The album often drifts into a post-rock glaciality with a Warp-esque glitch like a more humane Squarepusher. It often resembles almost any album from 2003, and at its least successful it illuminates how far we have moved from the implied seriousness of five years ago into a much less consistent and more creatively free era. Here Errors can sound overtly studied, like four intelligent men working their way through a BA(Hons) in Structurally Complex Musical Ideas at the Battles University.

Album opener Dance Music sets the pace for what's to follow, blurring the line between a live and a studio-textured sound. A series of evolving motifs played with cold clarity, drums mutate between fixed live grooves and laptop spluttered electrical showers - while the guitars remain glassy and spidery.

There is a real depth of ideas to Errors music that feels like it is yet to free itself from an unnecessary adherent to musical disciplines. Definitely a 2.1 dissertation in Mathematical rock yet it would be great to hear these chaps a little after Graduation, nine months into menial jobs and a few heartbreaks later. Then, maybe we could hear a band managing to structure their inventive, texturally fascinating ideas into something more idiosyncratic, more individual and certainly more unfamiliar than their only standout track Pump - in all its echoes of a cut loose acid New Order strives for.