At the moment Australia is undergoing a live music renaissance – it started with the Vines, and then came Jet, and now there’s been bands galore opening up – Wolfmother exploded onto the scene, Expatriate are the next cabs off the ranks. Right, who’s next?

Forming form the ashes of Snap! Crakk!, there’s a plethora of groovy cats with killer hairdos lining up to stake their claim. Melbourne synth-rockers Damn Arms are one such group, who have emerged in the wake of the Killers and the Bravery to stake a claim with their impossibly shear haircuts.

They’re punkier than their Las Vegas or New York City brethren – jagged guitar lines more in keeping with the likes of Maximo Park or Bloc Party dominate Patterns, while urgent rhythms swirl and drop like atom bombs out of the sky.

It’s a mix that we’ve heard before, but Damn Arms control it impressively: there’s rarely a wasted moment on Patterns, but also rarely a slice of differentiation to really set them apart. They sound like a promising act though, and like they’d be refreshing and invigorating in the live context.