There’s something immediately alluring about a 9-track record that clocks in at under 20 minutes; the intensity has to course through every track. This is the nervy backbone of Le Big Zero’s Ollie Oxen Free.

Having taken over a decade to record, their debut is a melting pot of sounds from the basement bands of college radio to the curiously complex circuitry of math-rock. Frontman, Michael Pasuit possesses a kind of underachievers’ charm that resonates in lyrics like “Your hair is in my dryer’s lint trap,” and it makes you long for the nonchalance of love in the 90s.

A sort of melancholy dissonance grounds the album and given the jangly enthusiasm of the hooks in ‘Dead Wrong, Clearly Treading’ creates an off-kilter anxiety that the screeching and lethargic dual vocals of Pasuit and Carolina Aguilar cement.

Everything on Ollie Oxen Free feels weighed down with the gravity of a lead balloon, albeit a lead balloon that can’t even get up the energy to fall to the ground. It’s oddly reassuring. There’s some comfort in a sound that’s as self-aware as ‘Oversure’ of the anxieties we all have: “Sit straight, act proud, how low, how high, how true, how hard should I try?” But then doesn’t seem to care.

In the 20 minutes it will take you to listen to Ollie Oxen Free is the distillation of ten years’ labour, ten years’ worth of love, learning, fear and everything in between. Its math-rock rhythms are flecked with the infectiousness of pop and its unrefined awkwardness is exactly what gives Le Big Zero their character.