Cats On Fire maybe from Finland, but their modus operandi resembles that of their Swedish neighbours indie scene, in the way that country has become a virtual conveyor belt of inventively jangly, lovelorn, fundamentally exciting guitar pop. In Cats On Fire's case the influence of the Smiths, Orange Juice and Belle & Sebastian was writ large, against some gloriously sharp and joyous lyricism, on 2007's debut album The Province Complains.Our Temperance Movement sees that sound get sharpened up, and if it's still nowhere near current 'indie', then it's certainly found its own sound. Unfortunately it's the sound of the Smiths, always previously hinted at in Mattias Bjorkas' particular phrasing, and the West Coast Rickenbackers that are now more overt. 'Tears In Your Cup' starts the album on a bed of guileless, not quite summery, jangling guitars which recall 'Still Ill' or 'The Boy With The Thorn In His Side'. 'Never Sell The House' is the sort of acoustic quasi-Byrds tribute they'd put on B-sides, whilst 'Lady Down Your Arms' recalls Morrissey's early 90s rockabilly obsession.It's not a total Moz-fest, but then the rest of the album never quite gets away from merely reflecting its influences. It so often just reminds you of someone else rather than bringing its own take on things. 'Garden Lights' shares a dynamic and picked twelve string guitar solo with REM circa Reckoning, 'Horoscope' isn't too far from the lush charm of Fanfarlo or Pocketbooks, while the spirit of Edwyn Collins' solo records pervades throughout. The way they're played, though, rarely gives such shimmering melodies the vigour and excitement necessary to stand out in what in lesser hands a fairly limiting genre. It's hugely disappointing, not just because of the immense promise of their first album but because Bjorkas' lyrics are often sardonic and sumptuous enough in their deconstructions of passing love and human interaction to deserve something more. 53%Cats On Fire on Myspace