The subject of a comprehensive freshers flyering campaign, this band have got people talking. After a successful summer recording, gigging and jamming with Canadian MCs the Heath are done entertaining Edinburgh’s temporary summer population to provide the Edinburgh music scene with the kick up the arse it so sorely needs.

They may not be the most aggressive band for the task, but the Heath are anything but soft. This music has horns for sure; it’s just that a lot of the time the seething rock is soothed by something altogether more melodious. Frontman Sean Watson croons and wails like a vulnerable Maynard-James-Keane (that’s Tool folks!) whilst beating seven shades of shit out of his rag-tag bare-bones drum kit whilst guitar virtuoso Adam Pearson switches from crunching rhythm to soaring delay-ridden solo lines. Throw in some Middle Eastern influence, schizophrenic piano, powerful trombone and a heavenly violin and the result is mind blowing in every sense.

From the moment opener ‘Wait Forever’ switches from its intense and menacing intro to a serene mid-section you realise this is going to anything but predictable. Even when things start to level out mid-set, a pretty little tune called ‘When The Watchmen Leave Their Stations’ is thrown at you – it has a certain grace and pomp that wouldn’t sound out of place in a Victorian dance hall –yet again, White Heath stamp their mark on it inarguably.

If there’s one criticism to be had, it’s that such a rich and intense delivery leaves each individual member struggling to keep their head above the crashing waves of the tunes. There is sometimes a little too much being thrown out at once, making it hard to find a focal point in the music. These are all obviously talented musicians individually, but they need to give themselves more of a chance to shine.

A look around the room afterwards may suggest that not everyone gets it, but there’s certainly a lot of faces looking like they’ve just found something that makes absolute perfect sense.