Not sure what genre to choose to soundtrack your tale of a 'teenage horror-addict psycho' and a 'hunky mad scientist' meeting up at a Devo concert and winding up 'destroying the school… and the world… with lasers'? Well: why not go on a hyperactive rollercoaster ride through as many of them as take your fancy at any given point in time, and then mash them all up into surf-rock-doo-bop-synth-pop-harmonising-HammerHorror-just-about-targeted chaos!

Well, why not? It’s worked for Zombina and the Skeletones, after all.

This is the Skeletones’ second full-length album, and is possibly their first release not to feature anything undead. Instead, it sticks to the more realistic Dissolvo Death Ray concept, which in the hands of a young lady deranged by unrequited love and too many B-movies creates the kind of carnage that can only be adequately represented by arcade-game waves of synthesisers. Well – synths with a bit of help from crunching guitars and “Everybody’s gonna die! Eeverybody’s gonna die!” call-and-response vocal harmonies.

And once again, as the record fizzes, bubbles, soars and poses its way through 32 minutes of electro-surf joy, we are forced to conclude that it’d be really fucking hard to trump Zombina and the Skeletones as purveyors of trashy horror thrills – and that the world would be a far more enjoyable place if more people tried to. Although I often hear songs and think, “Yep, I’d dance to that in the disco”, not much is so subconsciously, intuitively danceable that you’re halfway through the album before you even realise you’re engaged in some kind of slightly undignified chair-jive.

Still, it’s not like anyone was watching. And hell: it’s not as if the fact that I did so has in any way been placed upon an international medium of information dispersal for the whole world to see, is it now?

Oh. Right. Bugger.