Some bands achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them. London’s Desperate Journalist are doing it the hard way, slowly but surely building momentum. A steadily growing fan base, an enviable back catalogue, a devastating live set. The ingredients are all there for an ascent to the top.

Two years on from their debut record of breathless post punk and grace, ‘Hollow’ precedes their March-bound sophomore album ‘Grow Up’ and showcases a maturing sound.

Age has not wearied Desperate Journalist, but given them a new outlook. Still loyal to the angular, riff-driven guitar sound, ‘Hollow’ is as brilliant for what isn’t there as what is. There is a space given to the music, a driving bass and drums evoking a journey through a landscape that is flat, open and stark. There is as much in the verse as there needs to be, with room for Jo Bevan’s calm voice. It then erupts into a wall of noise, a repeated refrain, a heartfelt pleading that intensifies as it builds.

It ends as it began: cavernous echo, but reflective and poignant.

The video treatment sees a girl meeting each member of the band at various points down a river, given stones and whispered words of warning or wisdom. It apes the Radiohead video for ‘Just’ in that there is something said that is a portent of doom that urges you to find out what until the very end and you are left without answer but the gifts of stones being dropped from a bridge in ceremony. Being shot in black and white gives it a classic feel, a story that you’ve been told and seen before.