Royal Trux are not for the faint heated, or for those who want discernible melodies with their serving of pop. Neil Hagerty and Jennifer Herrema’s fifth studio album retains and refines their fine art of making unsettling and, some might say, unlistenable music.

It’s a shame that the discordant veneer will put off most listeners as the finest offerings here are the kooky ballads ‘Stop’ and ‘Exception’, which sound distantly related to one of The Stones’ broken hymns (‘Wild Horses’ say) albeit with an even more warped feel.

Despite such over the top hardcore titles as ‘Witch’s Tit’ and ‘sickAZZ Dog’ there is a weirdly compelling charm to the Trux playing their gloriously dysfunctional hearts out.

It mightn’t be conventional rock’n’roll, but I like it.