You know those mornings where you wake from a feverish, teeth-falling out nightmare that almost feels real (for the first groggy five minutes of waking up you're sure, in fact, that it is real)? That uneasiness and paranoid feeling in the pit of your stomach? Well, that's what Death Dreams is about. PS I Love You's lead singer Paul Saulnier has admitted that the title refers to recurring visions that he had on tour of his own life ending early.

As that suggests the duo's album is filled with paranoid screeches, barbed wire guitar riffs and hazy, distorted dream like sounds. It's an album that's both ferocious and vulnerable. For most of the album it's hard to hear exactly what Saulnier is singing about; his crazed shrieks at times unintelligible, at times lost under the monstrous fuzz of his guitar.

One thing is clear, he's a man of few words. It means some phrases stand out and become codas for the album: on 'Frontal Care' he screeches "Love doesn't care about the future" while on 'Don't Go' it's "This is the worst week of my life." 'Sentimental Dishes' sees his rage become more domesticated than metaphysical – "I don't wanna do the dishes/ You don't wanna do the dishes."

Most of Death Dreams is about everyday concerns, about thinking over the past and yearning for something gone. Maybe inspired by the band's rise after the success of Meet Me at the Muster Station which meant going from the local Canadian indie rock scene and traveling further afield. It's easy to hypothesise that this growth has exposed a vulnerability that he's addressing here (but then again, maybe I'm overthinking things).

Yet, it's unquestionable that this record is so much more emotionally charged than its predecessor. 'Death Dreams' opens the album on an ominous note as cymbals crash. The next 40 minutes are a blur of frazzled Pixies-esque garage fuzz rock. 'Don't Go' is built on a chiming guitar, massive drums and Frank Black screams, 'Toronto' is face-melting, tumbling-down-the-stairs punk rock with the best chorus here, while Princess Towers is repetitive, irresistible riffage.

This is a dense and overwhelmingly emotional album, always teetering on the edge of feeling like it could fall in on itself and collapse. At times it's a little messy and, sure, there are many bands out there making this noise but PS I Love You invest this over familiar template with passion and ferocity. For what could be a morbid and depressing record the sound of unraveling has never sounded so vital. Throughout Death Dreams you're rooting for them. You really want them to get through it. And they blast themselves through to the other side.