Oh Jaysus, anger doesn't half make a record kick arse. But how much better is it when that anger is directed, not at some kind of vague political target, but at something utterly trivial and hilarious? Answer: entirely. And have Miss:Spelt Yoof mastered the art of humourous anger? Hell, yeah!

Just listen to 'Shoe'. A song about the particularly irksome occurrence that is shoe loss. But do they address this as a petty irritation? No way! They treat that shoe like it just murdered their mother or something.

...the world needs Miss:Spelt Yoof because they've got loud as fuck ear-bleeding guitars. Hurrah!

...the world needs Miss:Spelt Yoof because they've got a singer who sounds like he's got a distress flare caught in his throat. Double hurrah!

...the world needs Miss:Spelt Yoof because, in a musical world increasingly dominated by introspective accoustic-guitar-toting songstrels, there has to be someone who sounds like they'd sooner ram an acoustic guitar up Tom McRae's arse than actually sit down and play the thing.

And the case against? They'll be permanently thrown into same category as yawn Papa Roach and Limp Bizkit. Well, bollocks to that. Along with bands like Boy Hits Car, Miss:Spelt Yoof are making the best heavy guitar records since Zack De La Rocha screamed "Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!"

For those of you with a Rage Against the Machine shaped hole in your heart, your pain is over. As for Miss:Spelt Yoof, well, world domination beckons.