Endless comparisons can be made: Radiohead, The National, Interpol. All acts of greatness and each offering a particular lure. The major difference between these bands and Cfit is that the latter is not particularly well known. Perhaps now, finally, with the release of ‘Throwaway Survival Machine’, this will change.

Cfit’s first album ‘Triage’ was exceptional. Now, following on from Dust Silhouettes which was released as a single earlier this year, the band have created a sophomore album which is moody and cerebral. Beyond that, the band have succeeded in surpassing a hugely impressive debut.

There is a huge diversity in this album. Salvo has a tang of Boards of Canada while The Lack of Shark is pure menace. It rages forward, freakish and unashamed. Vitamin C reeks of 80’s attitude and neon lights rushing by. It’s a good, hearty odour. Dust Silhouettes is a frantic, Aphex Twin type ode to oddness. “Fuck your plans and fuck your symmetry” yawps the vocal. Once we become accustomed to the idiosyncratic nature of the album, it seems fitting.

Much of the affair is reminiscent of Michael Linnen and David Wango’s original compositions for the movie ‘George Washington’. There seem to be pieces rather than songs, peaks into dusty quarries or lake-side moments of solace. Toska and All That is Solid Melts Into Air breeze by like Will Wiesenfeld (the artist who performs under the moniker of Baths) interludes. Don’t be Discouraged feels like an angsty Arcade Fire number. “You shouldn’t worry/I’m turning all my art back into suffering” bellows the lyric. And it feels like it, as though the music comes from a place of authenticity and anger. Songs lurch to abrupt endings. Belches of creativity escape between beautiful reprisals. It is a weird album. It is exceptional.

Apres Moi, La Deluge is delicate and haunting. A beautiful piano and vocal (like Coldplay of olden days) is haunted by a strange under-buzzing evocative of many songs on Sigur Ros’ incredible ‘()’ album. It’s more of the sound discovered by Cfit in their earlier song ‘Don’t Sweat The Small Shit’, which is insanely beautiful. Really, while you wait for this album to be released, go listen to ‘Don’t Sweat The Small Shit’ over and over and over. In fact, listen to the whole of ‘Triage’. By the time you have played it to death, ‘Throwaway Survival Machine’ ought to be with us.

With the release of Bleeding Heart Pigeons’ ‘A Hallucination’ EP, and soon enough this album, it has been a wonderful month for intriguing and unpredictable Irish music. One hopes that these bands and others like Girl Band will continue to lead the charge of modern Irish music. Please bands, let out the strange. It’s apt that this music was reviewed on International Strange Music Day.

Tell Me I’m Ok brings the record to a close. Here one can understand the oft mentioned comparisons to The National, but elsewhere Cfit have seemed to move away from this sound. In fact, the whole album plays like some wild animal’s mad-dashery to escape being cornered by comparisons or convention. Sometimes this fails and we are able to pin down some sort of likeness, but the album never fails in being brilliant. It is another wonderful offering from an already fascinating band. Things look rosy for Cfit and their fans.

‘Throwaway Survival Machine’ will be out on September 11 with a release party at The Grand Social, Dublin.