Adolescence is undoubtedly a confusing period of time. When you’re a teen, everything feels remarkably dramatic and suddenly important. That guy is your best friend forever and nothings gonna break you apart. That girl is the LOVE OF YOUR LIFE and your mom has no idea what she’s on about. And you are sure of it, god damnit. Yet, at the same time, you possess this childish demeanor and outlook that carries over from your younger years, spiraling outwards in certain moments of summer frolics and the desire to go party (albeit with an eye on the adult side of the party world). You want to be free. But you can’t truly be free. And you want to have the rights of an adult. But not quite the responsibilities. No wonder so many people are scared of these kids; the confusion is terrifying. This strange crossover is where Let’s Wrestle appear to reside, nestled between that inevitable emotional, physical and social maturing and that aching craving for fun, fights and frivolity. Just take a look at that name; it’s the cry of a kid wanting to play (or beat up a sibling). On their second record, Nursing Home (an ironically cruel title considering…), the London trio have definitely delved into an even more youthful crevice, shrinking away from the land of grown-ups into their musically rambunctious fort.

Opening track, and lead single, ‘In Your Dreams Part II’ is a teenage fairy tale of sorts, trite but sweet with a hint of the absurd. A possibly sweet sentiment regarding a trusting, caring relationship is hidden in a rushed chorus between rollicking verses that blurt out dreams of punching Pokemon, European scraps and carnal relations with long dead monarchs. Its two and a half minutes of blaring amusement and that pretty much sets the standards for the remaining eleven songs. You get the rolling, strolling likes of ‘Bad Mammaries’, all childish innuendo and snarling, adolescent spluttering, and then something rather sweet, such as ‘For My Mother’, an appropriately youthful approach to dealing with the love of one of those old fogies who raised you. The heart of the record sparkles throughout but it’s a heart full of teen lust, simple gaiety and slothful slumping. The penultimate track is an example of the faltering issue with such an approach, as it starts to target a personally emotive notion before an odd dreary sensibility grasps everything in a death grip, sending the song spiraling downwards surprisingly swiftly, transforming into a trudging dirge rather than a sensitive disclosure.

Just like a 20 year old, bursting out of their teenage years, finally realising all of those petty arguments, meddlesome lost loves and stressful situations of schoolwork mean pretty much nada, Let’s Wrestle have crafted a record that punches violently and sporadically but leaves very little in terms of long term injury. The wider spectrum of the world is unexplored, ignored or unimportant within the record, which fires along on plenty of horsepower and no real, meaty substance.

Nonetheless, I truly do not mean any of this in any derogatory sense. The whole thing is earth shatteringly good fun, bouncing and bopping and fused to a youthful punk mentality that bites pretty hard on your earholes. It’s a beautiful youthful exuberance that fizzes and glitters, almost sparking a form of jealousy in the working stiff, slowly ageing part of me. So, go ahead and wrestle. Just remember to be safe kids.