Like your first condom-splitting shag, the end of InMe can’t come quickly enough. But with their many legions of fans only just reaching puberty, the cookie might not be crumbling into a limp biscuit just yet.

A slightly swung half-ballad, ‘Faster The Chase’ is the sound of a bunch of teenage chancers pushing the joke a little too far. As is the norm with teen-metal, the vocals have an agreeable amount of constipation along with solid doses of Aerosmith-styled harmonies and incessant, annoying echo. The generic, buzz-saw guitars fade out after the first verse amid the layered ‘yeahs’ and the warped howl of "you were my enemy now you’re my friend". Insightful stuff. Oh yes.

This kind of sub-Funeral For A Friend drivel has no place in anyone’s record collection. So dire is it, that we’d recommend McFly over InMe any day of the week. At least you’d then be inclined to go and seek out Green Day records rather than the dank back-catalogue of Silverchair that's regurgitated here so poorly. InMe's appeal is unquestionable but they should enjoy it while they can. The hormones will kick in sooner or later.