Jonas Stein – while he and Be Your Own Pet were all still employed – used to keep Turbo Fruits as a side-project, and occasionally roped in BYOP members for band duties. Their first self-titled outing, back in 2007, was a scrappy little terrier of an album, a gleefully messy affair; this time out, as a full-time gig, they’ve managed to keep the charm, but they’ve ramped the tunes well up to eleven and beyond.

At heart this is an album of great joy – despite the high voltage tempo, it’s got a bloody great grin on its face. Naked With You, Trouble!, and the brilliantly titled Mama’s Mad Cos I Fried My Brain all speed along like a toddler full of sugar, carried on partially by their own momentum, and only just managing to keep it all together. It’s got to be really difficult to make it sound this nonchalantly chaotic.

There’s not a huge range on display here – it goes from a standing start to a hundred miles an hour in about half a second and then stays there for forty minutes – but I’ve always been a big fan of any band who knows what they do best and concentrates on just doing it better each time. Granted, On The Road, Hold Me, and My Stupid Heart venture towards Roy Orbison’s turf, and there are constant reminders that this is an album born in Nashville, but otherwise there’s little respite from a torrent of fuzzy pop hooks played at high speeds – which is both right and proper.

With a rumbunctious and clattering heart, this lot of songs have a new and shinier layer of 50s and 60s hooks overlaid on top of its defiantly garage foundation, like The Replacements playing Redd Kross songs. It is a snotty slice of modern Americana, and it’s a joy. What a gem.