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Album of the year? There's a moment during "I Miss" on Sunna's astonishing debut, when a motion picture orchestra swoops in alongside singer Jon Harris' fragile voice, that you'll swear blind that this is the best album ever written. It's not of course, it's nothing of the kind, but as I'm in the first flush of lust with this album, it's the kind of thing I might be tempted to say.

"One Minute Science" is exquisite, touching all points of modern rock, adding it all up and becoming more than the sum of its parts; A bleak, introspective album that is, at the same time, astoundingly personal and beautiful, a fragile album that crackles with rage as often as it soothes, a rock album that doesn't rock except that it, er, does.

Three names are bandied about when it comes to Sunna; Reznor, Howerdell and Massive Attack. Reznor because both Harris and Reznor share a certain sonic and thematic similarity, Howerdell because, well, because Sunna are currently supporting A Perfect Circle on their US tour, and Massive Attack because Harris once worked with them. Once. The fact of the matter is that Sunna don't really sound like anyone around at the moment and any comparison between them and Reznor, APC or Massive Attack is for press agents, journalists and record company execs only. No one else.

If "I'm Not Trading" and "Power Struggle" have that industrial, Cobain-sings-Reznor edge, then "7%" and the incredible "I Miss" have all the grace and beauty of Nick Drake or Beth Gibbons at their most fragile. This is, in fact, an album that will confound and surprise you over and over again, the kind of album that right thinking people go a bit peculiar about.

Or, to put it a bit more succinctly: the last time a British band sounded this good, they put their faces on lunchboxes.

Joe Saunders

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