Album: New Young Pony Club

With spindly new-wave and electropop stylings and unashamedly candid sexual come-ons, New Young Pony Club resemble an enticing cross between Talking Heads, New Order and CSS, their infectious, ramshackle enthusiasm particularly redolent of the latter as singer Tahita Bulmer hymns the delights of "chocolate-flavoured love theme, treat that treats you so mean".

Her nonchalant delivery, in which semi-spoken, seemingly random phrases are declaimed in a manner that seems to stamp an exclamation mark after each line, has something of Mark E Smith's baffling way with wordplay, but far less threatening. "It's the sound of revolution in the bedroom," she claims in "Hiding On the Staircase", which makes sense until she adds, unhelpfully, "It's the sound of confusionianity". But there's a winning naivety to their music, especially the way the striding basslines, itchy guitars and synth-pop keyboards are peppered with frisky percussion, bringing a provocatively risqué edge to their accounts of sexual discovery.