Canada seems to have been nurturing a bumper crop of indie-rock over the past few years - Wintersleep, The Luyas and of course Arcade Fire are a mere few. One that has only recently managed to traverse the briny gap is Hooded Fang, who released their UK debut, Tosta Mista, last year (though their first record proper dropped back in 2010). Just over a year later, we have the follow-up to that premiere foray in the form of Gravez. They burst onto our shores armed with garage-pop and an album that revelled in brevity and scuzzy hooks. This next instalment doesn't do much to alter that formula – it worked the first time, after all.

'Bye Bye Land' is a cornucopia of jangly chords and bleached vox. The Toronto group have smuggled in some infectious chorus earworms, and though the whole thing is lathered in fuzz, the prevailing element is the glorious catchiness. 'Genes' jolts mechanically along like a steam-powered golem staggering towards the horizon. The primitive motorik is relentless, and the quirky guitar riff demands your attention - they channel 70s psych for an Indian-influenced cut. The bass lick to 'Graves' recalls FIDLAR or, no offence, The Vaccines. In fact, even the vocals have that pompous Justin Young drawl. However, it's a pretty brilliant effort, bringing back warm memories of that summer when The Drums reigned supreme and 'Let's Go Surfing' blared from every speaker, with a summertime wooze and faintly surfy vibe.

Though there's no real hallmarks of punk - it lacks ferocity, the music is at a normal speed and the vocalist can carry a melody - it still feels more like American punk acts of the 80s or 90s than Arcade Fire; there's a raw, lo-fi quality and the tracks do bear aggressive tendencies (though it's more sneering than brutal, like on 'Trasher'). It's a kind of indie-punk. Whilst still sounding wistful and melodic, it's damaged, visceral and natural.

The music on the record is solid. But by far the worst thing about Gravez is the artwork. It's like someone gave a deranged toddler access to MS Paint and demanded they spew a masterpiece, cracking a bullwhip every time they paused. That, or more probably, someone made a real goddamn effort to make it look like they made no effort... they've tried too hard at not trying. It would've been easier, subtler and much less sad to look at if they simply mashed 'irony' into a Word doc and put that on the front of their CDs instead.

Gravez offers little evolution from last years Tosta Mista. In a lot of artists that wouldn't be ideal, but Hooded Fang get away with it because what they did originally was so great. They will need to change for their third/fourth LP, and toy with the recipe so that they remain fresh and palatable, as there's only so long they can churn out essentially the same stuff. But for now, we can make do. There are some pleasurable tracks on here, and some that really stand out (like 'Graves', 'Genes' and 'Bye Bye Land') – it's definitely worth a whirl. Those who weren't blown away by their initial efforts are unlikely to be won over, but those who fell in love with Hooded Fang last year will find delight in Gravez.