I doubt this differs substantially from their Eighties heyday; it certainly sounds as if the intervening advent and rise of grunge, nu-metal, death and black metal has had absolutely no effect on their distinctly dated hard rock ditties. This includes a similar respect for women: the cover features a camel-toed young woman to the right of the album title with "SV" branded onto her rear.

Nor is the album particularly highbrow; "Wild" is nothing more than a paean to casual sex, "Higher" is an ode to rock 'n' roll, while "Forbidden" is a love song to... well, the forbidden pleasure of marijuana. But Syron Vanes aren't pretending to be anything other than a good time party band, and selling a 100,000 copies of your debut album is impressive to all but Sony executives.

Those days have long since gone, however. Their cock rock might find an outlet with those high-school days consisted of a blur of beer, drugs and pussy; but for those born after the era, this will be a monument to all that was wrong with the Eighties.