BE WARNED, you won't be able to prise this disc out of the player for at least three hours after you first hear it. And while it's equally true that you may not return to it very swiftly - so instant are its many pleasures - rest assured you will be back. There's geeky punk-funk for the idiot walk to the dancefloor, jerky power-pop to gladden the early morning ride to work and, well, that's about it really. Imagine The Monkees on Ritalin - they're only having half as much fun as this lot.

My First Wedding is a tale we've all lived, while Let's Dance To Joy Division is as artful and knowing as your worst fears suggest, but its execution is irresistible. Don't worry that The Wombats don't yet know the meaning of life, be happy they know enough about life to give it meaning.