Rob Webb

After the ubiquitous presence of ’80s-indebted music last year, a follow-up with little stylistic deviation isn’t a thrilling proposition: ‘Take Me Over’ steals a hook from fellow Australians Men At Work, adds “ooh-ooh” backing vocals and just about gets away with it.

Two Dancers ... doesn't so much follow up their debut as announce Wild Beasts as one of our genuinely special bands, one that can compete - in terms of both musical and lyrical ingenuity as well as sheer pop nous - with any US act you've seen talked up in the music press this year.

Whether Dear Science stands the test of time like classic records must is impossible to predict right now, but, at this moment in time, it's sounding like one of the albums of the year, and its makers' latest, greatest masterpiece.

An eleven-track album shouldn't feel overly long, especially when the average song length is around the three-and-a-half minute mark. Yet this does, and as it stands Box Of Secrets is merely a good record when it could have been a great one.

It's a record that certainly stands up to comparison with their previous outings - sometimes bettering them - and, if you've been seduced by their charms in the past, be prepared to fall in lust all over again.

Though it’s not entirely without precedent, there’s still more than enough innovation here to mark ‘Visiter’ out as one of the summer’s must-have releases.

I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor might not be one their best, but with raucous lead guitar, a beer-friendly singalong chorus and more energy than a lorryload of Duracell, it sure beats listening to James Blunt.