We are back in France, and we are back in the domain of the utterly bonkers and Avant-Garde. The closest thing I can come to the description of this, is Phoenix (the twee French indie band) does hardcore. This is a madcap album that does not stand still and seems to be intent on going in all directions that you do not expect it to. It is like an ADHD explosion in a bubblegum factory. A sugar rush of discombobulated riffs and snarled delivery. Harsh in flavour, but also packed with Day-Glo saccharine bombs that explode on the tongue. It is all over the shop and all the better for that.