Back together, 16 years after releasing their last album, Oblivians prove age is no barrier to howling garage rock's teenage cry of lust. The teenage bit is important: despite being in middle age, Oblivians cast their songs in a mythologised teen world of pinball and battles of the bands, where Suzi Quatro is still a heroine. If their own songs are stellar – Pinball King sounds like it could have been transplanted straight from one of the dumber, more fun albums out of New York in 1977, while Run for Cover is Motörhead reimagined by Deep South 60s freaks – then their covers are even better. The Paul Butterfield Blues Band's Loving Cup becomes a two-chord punk stomp, but best of all is Call the Police, which beefs up Stephanie McDee's regional zydeco hit, until it's a bruising, feral celebration of appalling behaviour – "You gotta call the po-leese, call the po-leese/ We gonna get our drinks on." Fourteen songs in 31 minutes, and every moment a thrill.