Following their debut, Make Up The Breakdown, with an "if it ain't broke don't fix it" attitude, Hot Hot Heat's new album is another trawl through post-punk chirpiness, with plenty of upbeat jangly guitars, perky staccato rhythms and danceable tunes throughout. The album's opener - discounting the 17 second Introduction - is a joyful little number called Running Out Of Time over which you can pretty much sing Cole Porter's Anything Goes if you had a mind to, while the excellent late Seventies, punk-influenced Pickin' It Up could be early Boomtown Rats or at a push the latter's Emerald Isle colleagues in new wave social observation, Stiff Little Fingers.

Frontman Steve Bays' squawky vocal delivery still has that love it/hate it Kevin Rowland (Dexy's Midnight Runners) feel to it, especially on Goodnight Goodnight, but this is not a distraction, instead his disjointed voice perfectly complements the jerky music he and the other Heats' bring together.

If you were tiring of the slightly bland accomplishments of the likes of fellow US bands The Bravery and The Killers, Hot Hot Heat appear to be continuing to fly the flag for a style of offbeat indie pop that is brave enough to buck a few trends along the way.