Having spent years being “an unintentional embodiment of the Smashing Pumpkins gone country”, Closer now make the sort of emo-pop that would fit neatly onto, say, an American Pie soundtrack, without resorting to sort of whiny, nasal vocals that you’d cartwheel on hot coals in order to avoid. Rather, David Wason has the sort of tone reminiscent of BRMC’s Robert Turner in more melodic mode, along with the breathlessness of that fellow out of Easyworld.

So they’ve got some dubious lyrics (“I’m so happy ‘cos you’re so sad / I’m so horny and you’re so bad” from ‘Clever’ being particularly cringeworthy), but they are duly saved by big guitars backing bigger choruses. It also helps that they got a handful of decent tunes – ‘Gossip’ sounds like ‘baggy’ in rock mode, ‘I Am Geronimo’ prompts the biggest Spartacus-esque sing-along since ‘Miss Black America’, and ‘Speak, Or Be Spoken For' raises anticipation of the quiet/loud bit by initially resisting it, which should frustrate any mosh-happy kids at gigs. It’s angst, but fun angst.