If the legacy of U2 has led to the reconstruction of art rock on both sides of the Atlantic, it's also had a somewhat lesser impact on that much maligned genre some would call "stadium rock".
Not that Infrasound can call themselves a stadium band just yet - not unless selling out Joseph's Well counts at any rate - yet this, their debut album, is full of enough bluster and, more importantly, the odd tune here and there, that even the normally hard-to-please Bono would probably end up stomping his feet and nodding his head every so often.
But before the plagiarism police issue search warrants and Infrasound frontman John Walker is hung, drawn and quartered for allegedly impersonating McPhisto of Dublin, despite the neighbourly proximity of a number of songs on 'Out Of Order' to their obvious influences, Infrasound prove here that when they put their songwriting abilities in fourth gear they are capable of writing anthems that compare favourably with the best of them.
Take opener 'Final Warning' for example, which sounds like Kasabian if they'd grown up with wild white roses in their front gardens instead of imaginary red ones. "We keep on falling down as the world keeps turning round" declares Walker and the album is kick-started at a frantic pace.
Elsewhere, 'Keep 'Em Talkin'' sounds like a youthful Chameleons while 'Headlights' and 'Dusty Radio' are gravel rock anthems that owe as much to the likes of the Wildhearts and 3 Colours Red as they do U2.
For the rest of the album though, it is hard to get away from the aforementioned comparisons, as Joel Dowson's Edge-like guitar sound punctuates both 'Deerhunter' and 'Ceasefire' while tortuous ballad 'Still Life' is eerily reminiscent of 'Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own'.
Still, there is enough potential here to suggest that if Infrasound can develop their own identity, a truly great album maybe lurking somewhere in the not too distant future.
6Dom Gourlay's Score