This is a glorious collision between grease spattered rock and roll, patchouli soaked hippy rock, and soap spiked punk with a dose of scruffy indie. The guitars are meaty, beaty, big and bouncy, the vocals veer from the belligerent to the angelic and what sets this apart from copyists like Jet of Ocean Colour Scene is the lovely open and loose nature of the songs - it is about setting a mood, capturing a moment and not about painfully recreating something - it's a sonic stew with added spice. There is an almost arrogant attitude towards the songs; they know that they are good and know that not everything has to be perfect, and they have got that right. Squeezing 14 tracks into 36 minutes so none get chance to overstay their welcome, they get in, make a statement and move on to the next.

I’m pretty sure at times they’ve discovered a hidden passageway that links the Stray Cats and Bloc Party, or found the missing link between Orange Juice and Uncle Tupelo, and where else would you think of mixing Jerry Lee Lewis and the Bay City Rollers? You may be sceptical but I assure you similar thoughts will go through your brains, along with "so that’s how a rock fixated Libertines would sound!" There are some really good moments throughout this set, plenty of times when the call and response guitars are having a conversation where you don’t want to miss a single note, plenty of moments where they audaciously change direction, wrong-foot the listener then sneak in another terrific riff then abandon it, casually throw the 50’s up against today and generally make odd juxtapositions that work. They really take the songs for a walk to see what happens - sometimes it’s a pub crawl or an arm in arm stroll and at others a full pelt fleeing from the police. Always on the move, always full of energy, the Ronelles are always entertaining and always worth listening to.

David Cowling Americana UK: 8/10