An overactive imagination can be both irritating and intriguing to its owner. It is from the depths of my subconscious I arrived at the conclusion that the latest offering from Hervé would be the perfect soundtrack to a video of Noel Fielding guzzling LSD whilst prancing around the aircraft hangars of Sonar Festival in some sort of sequinned cape. If the thought of such an experience seems a little off-putting, then Pick Me Up, Sort Me Out, Calm Me Down probably isn't the record for you.

Not one to sit still for too long, Hervé doesn't seem to possess the ability to switch-off, with a vast array of no less than eight other adopted monikers; most notably manning the decks as The Count in The Count & Sinden, the man is clearly one of the most passionate men in rave. Opening track 'Gloomin' progresses from progressive dance into a full pelt dubstep assault on the senses, this mis-matched arrangement is hard to follow; sounding more like every other grating dubstep track that's saturated the sound waves so far this year. The curse of the Skrillex effect strikes again, much to my disappointment, when will artists learn that dentist drill noise is an experience many flinch at the thought of?

'Better Than A BMX', the first single to have been released from the album is steeped in a tried and tested Euro-pop tinged vocal surrounded by a whole host of production trickery. The only thing missing as I listen to this track is a strobe light and some glow-sticks, and then we'd be in business. 'Return Of The Living Dead (Zombies 2)' picks up somewhere in the middle of the two formers providing the albums first potential live hit, managing to marry together the madness of The Prodigy with the voice over from 'Thriller'.

'Night Turns Into Day' is spectacularly minimalistic when compared with the in your face nature of; the sometime over-egged production, of previous tracks. Who doesn't love a bit of piano led melody? The tracks that follow such as 'Blamalama' and 'The Mirror'; which features Steve Mason, mark a departure from the aggressive attitude, allowing the album to come to a natural climax as the energy dies and the dance-floor is cleared.

Despite there being no sudden change in genre, Pick Me Up... still comes across as a bit of an unplanned and inconsistent mess, the product of Hervé picking up 200 darts and chucking them at a wall in the hope that 13 of them would stick to some song titles. That said, this record would not feel out of place if heard in an illegal acid rave.