Judging by I Am Kloot's lyrics, I'm guessing only three objects exist in frontman John Bramwell's daily sphere-- the pub, his apartment, and the rural scenery between those two places. Of course, some unattainable love interest haunts him at each of these locations, but for the most part Bramwell's lyrical scope remains incredibly narrow. With that in mind, I Am Kloot are a three-piece Mancunian outfit unsure if they want to be the next Blur or the next Keane. For every clever or cynical piece of songwriting on their debut , there was an equally unappealing moment of staleness. On their self-titled second album-- released 18 months ago in their native England-- I Am Kloot take baby steps to reduce this ratio and distinguish themselves from the rest of Britain's rock fodder.