Arthur Beatrice are a London-based quartet who are about as far removed from such visceral viciousness as you can get. In fact, they sound irredeemably prim. And we say “irredeemably” but we don’t necessarily mean it as a bad thing. They’re prim in the indie sense, with the innocent quality of the mid-80s anorak bands, or indeed of the Smiths when Morrissey was making a virtue out of virtuousness and celebrating celibacy. They sound sexless, although we repeat, this isn’t a criticism: indie rock has always offered a chaste counterpoint to pop’s thrusting hyper-er*ticism. Arthur Beatrice are successfully continuing that tradition.