Cool, kitsch and beautiful, the foot-stompers from Omaha – who eschew drums in favour of some complicated tap-dancing – sound like they swallowed all of ‘Happy Together’ by The Turtles, a mouthful of the 80s and a hefty slice of 90s pop before hocking out new album O. And this is by no means a bad thing.

Bright, distinctive and unabashedly positive, Tilly and the Wall continue to create the kind of edgy pop that makes a large proportion of the current charts look contrived, ugly, sordid and uninspired. Ending in ‘Beat Control’ (a sickly, bouncy slice of driving music that shits all over The Ting Tings) the album’s not going to go down in history, but it doesn’t feel like it’s trying to: it just wants to have fun, and that’s exactly what it does.

O might lack depth or staying power, but it’s difficult to care. For what it is – happy, sunshine pop when it’s getting bloody cold and miserable outside – Tilly and the Wall nail it.

Holly Smale