It’s a lo-fi romp through the history of rock and roll, evoking hazy, happy memories of everyone from the Flying Burrito Brothers through Neil Young and on to Pavement and Guided By Voices. Sure, it lacks cohesion – ‘Teac Attack’ essentially comprises some kind of scruffy preliminary sketch for the as-yet unrealised bigger picture – but it makes up for that with an affecting, effortless charm. Yeah they’ve got big-hitting mates, but to be honest, Mad Action don’t need anyone else’s legs to stand on but their own.