i have to be honest and admit that i wasn’t really that bothered about hearing this album.

and from the various online reviews its great to read that this seems to be an album that is splitting opinion down the middle, from those that just don’t get it, to those that are steamrollering the hyperbole into new dimensions, always a good sign in my book.

i will be the first to admit that all the nme-centric noise last year that came alongside the media generated frenzy nu-rave tag jaded me somewhat, and the tracks that i heard did little to my playlist, other than the machine overloaded remixes which seemed to be more about the remixer than then original source.

however, somewhere along the line, this 3 piece have managed to scrape together a rather wonderful post-klf styled manufactured 35 minute dance-rock-pop album that should appeal to the current glo-stick wigglers as well as those of us who danced in fields and abandoned warehouses all those many years ago.

you see, these 11 tracks (oh, and the still annoying extra track hidden 15 minutes after the album finishes) are chocka with tunes, tune and more tunes, and with james simian mobile disco ford behind the production desk putting his best ‘this aint the test icicles album mistake again’ foot forward refining the young hormonal frenzy into a very listenable form with all manner of subtle, but headspinning leftfield production touches involving proper klaxons throughout the gboa styled scattershot chaos of atlantis to interzone, genuine manic pop thrills of the piano heavy golden skans, via the opening grotty bass intensity of gravitys rainbow which mutates into another smile inducing chorus that should kill the radio playlists if lifted for a future single.

so, while the rest of the world debates the ongoing validity of the nu-rave genre, or, the speed rush from the bands inception to the release of their major label debut, i will just drop this blast of youthful exuberance onto my non-ipod portable device and just enjoy the bloody thing, as i can safely say, myths of the near future beats the shit out of all this post-libertines brit pop revival yawnfest.