Lovvers - 'OCD Go Go Go Girls' (Wichita) Released 10/08/09

There are many perplexing and heavily demanding questions in life. This is not one of them. So, have you ever craved the sound of primitive garage rock as heard muffled through the toilet wall of a venue? There are those to which the answer to this ludicrous question is obviously 'no'. So about your business you lot. Then there are a minority, likely to perhaps have tinnitus and holes in every item of clothing they own ( two band t-shirts, a pair of jeans and mud covered foot attire once resembling Converse hi-tops) that are thinking right now 'yeah I'm intrigued by that'.

Lovvers will appeal to the latter. This visceral proto-punk seems to have been sent directly from the 60s via a food blender. It's John Lennon with a Mohawk and piercings in nasty places. And over the top of this music is what can only be described as the noise of human expression. Because the vocals are so distorted I can't pick out a word on the whole album. Not a single word. Is this avant-garde experimentation in sound that will revolutionise the concept of the indie rock song? Or did a sound tech fall asleep on all the dials at some midnight hour on the final day of mixing? Frankly, I'll never be bothered to find out. Some mysteries are just too big for man to Google.

What I do know is that this album isn't half bad. Each song is well crafted and catchy, even if the process of titling them seems somehow strangely irrelevant. 'OCD Go Go Go Girls' - a brilliantly apt title considering the furious pace and chaotic of the music – is effectively an instrumental album with words. And it's simply brilliant for this unconventionality. It could represent the pace and blur of the day to day life. It could be the song you like but can never remember the lyrics to. Or simply it could be the way you heard a band when you went for a crap at a gig. 'Ocd Go Go Go Girls' could be all of these things and it could be none of them. And for this enigmatic status you have to love it.

Plainly a million miles from perfect in most people's eyes, Lovvers are still a damn sight more entertaining than anything else I've heard recently. A sonic assault and caffeine enema for your ears all rolled into one, if were ever planning to take a trip into your wild side, this is the album that I'd suggest.