Klaxons exploded onto the music scene this year in a dayglo burst of punk riffs, all out hedonism and classic British art school conceptual cheek. Now with their debut album Jamie Reynolds, Simon Taylor, and James

Righton look set to prove that they're more than just a flash in the pan, a London media fad, an excuse to froth about 'new rave'. The lads have come good with eleven tracks that rocket by in thirty-five minutes emanating more energy than a nuclear explosion. Along the way, they bite chunks out of multiple unlikely musical influences, spatter their lyrics with a who's who of cult literature, and end up with a music that's catchy, driven and undeniably unique. It's how debut albums should sound, a raw manifesto that will bemuse the oldsters and invigorate the fans,

a window into new possibilities, a dynamic party where those who 'get it' dance frantically and those who don't go back home.