I must be getting old. On first listen I was convinced my CD player had broken - skipping over minutes as though they were seconds. But no, this was it. A second, third and fourth listen changed my mind. Over the course of three tracks these kids, who hail from Barry, Wales, disect sex (well, female "toys" - I think), drugs (Prozac) and good old-fashioned rock and roll drinking yourself into the ground. Nicely done!

In a Cage (On Prozac) sees frontman Russell Toomey frenetically screaming lyrics such as "I'm ten feet tall and I know where the fascist lives, I'm gonna take a knife around his house". It's a pure mix of fragile vocals punctuated by piercing guitars all played ten to the dozen.

With tracks two and three - 7 Foot Monsters and I was drunk - the high-octane punch-packing slows down to something more sensitive, yet still intense and slamming - it's a credit to My Red Cell, who recently held their own performing alongside The Libertines, that they manage to pull it off. On Prozac? They're definitely on something.