The mucky fingerprints of adolescence are all over the self-titled debut by Evans The Death. The first lines of second track ‘Catch Your Cold’ give it away "I'm afraid of getting a job / I'm afraid of my neighbour's dog." And just like all the best young bands their debut album is bursting with infectious, coming undone music - and brimming with vigour and ambition.

Yet it’s also a record that is underpinned by anxiety and apprehension. There's a warmth, wit and youthful wisdom in Katherine Whitaker’s lyrics but it's mixed in with uncertainty about what the future holds. At times the exhilarating confidence that buzzes through most of the album makes you forget. Then you hear a line about needing to pass her driving test. Her youthful concerns are apparent on many songs. ‘Bo Diddley’ is a spiky pulsating opening, all about shrugging off low self-esteem issues with people making comments about her posture (‘those remarks are gonna cost yer’).

Meanwhile, ‘Sleeping song/So long’ is about… er sleep and deals with insomnia - 'sleep is a party, but my name’s not down so I’m not coming in'. Elsewhere ‘I’m so Unclean’ is propelled by a paranoid rhythm section and introspective lyrics about staying indoors, staring at the cat and not being able to face daylight.

Yet all this is done with a wry smile and a sense of humour. Sonically it's playful as well. Their bruised fuzz pop feels like it could fall apart at any minute. Dan Moss’ gift for melody keeps things together, particularly on the swooning ‘Wet Blanket’, irresistible first single ‘Threads’ and ‘Telling Lies’. Think new wave, post punk and the best bits of Britpop. The best description I could give is to say it sounds like early, raw sounding Blur fronted by Chrissie Hynde - and throw in some Ash, Weezer and The Smiths too and you’re almost there. Put simply, that means big infectious, fast paced hooks.

The band perfectly capture the angst and joy of youth through scuzzy guitar work and echoing vocals. It’s a mess in the very best way; exuberant guitar pop that is just as at home on your headphones as it is on the indie disco dancefloor.

And with tracks such as ‘Letter of Complaint’, with its beautiful layered vocals, and ‘Morning Voice’s’ kitchen sink melodrama and soaring vocals, they also show that there's more to Evans The Death than the ramshackle. Result: pass with distinction.