(Tailem Bend/ Cooperative Music) ***

Frantic, frenetic musical fandango from the Melbourne band whose members are now scattered around the globe.

AIH make music and trade ideas by instant messaging, which may go some way to explaining the cornucopia of sounds and instruments that permeates their can't-sit-still third album.

Bits of it sound like The B52s having a hoedown round at Talking Heads' gaff, while elsewhere it's Klaxons getting jiggy with Fela Kuti.

Just when you think you've pinned it down a trombone solo or a steel drum crescendo crashes in to seriously alter your expectations.

All of which makes for insanely invigorating party music that will eat up lengthy car journeys, but repeat listens reveal a certain slightly clinical lack of soul.