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Both tracks shared to date by Ashnymph resist simple labeling: their personal label of their work as “subconscioussion” provides few hints. Their initial track Saltspreader blended a pounding industrial rhythm – member Will Wiffen has at times appeared on stage wearing a T-shirt that displays the emblem of the trailblazing band Godflesh – with old-school electronic keys and a guitar line that subtly echoes the enduring garage rock anthem I Wanna Be Your Dog, before melting into a mass of eerie audio. The planned result, the group has mentioned, was to conjure highway journeys, “the ceaseless flow of vehicles 24-hours a day over vast spans … nighttime orange glows”.

The subsequent track, Mr Invisible, occupies a space between dance music and left-field alt-rock. Firstly, the track’s rhythm, strata of mesmerizing synths, and vocals that arrive either trippily blurred or mesmerizingly repeated in a way that recalls Underworld's Dubnobasswithmyheadman period all suggest the dancefloor. Alternatively, its forceful live-sounding dynamics, brink-of-disorder feel and fuzz – “achieving a crunchy texture is a long-term goal,” Wiffen has said – distinguish it as clearly a group effort rather than a solitary home producer. They've performed around the independent music circuit in south London for less than a year, “anywhere that will turn the PA up loud”.

But each is thrilling and unique – from each other and contemporary releases – to prompt questions about what Ashnymph might do next. Regardless of the form, on the evidence of Saltspreader and Mr Invisible, it’s unlikely to be boring.

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