San Diego T-Rex idolisers Louis XIV are playing a risky game here. Calling a song something as beautiful as God Killed The Queen is, in many ways, setting it up for failure. It's inevitable that demanding reviewers will fall in love with the title, request the record expecting something righteous, something angry, something perverse, something special... remove it from the jiffy bag, put the song on and discover that the title's only there for the catchphrase value and that the song itself is a jaunty handclapping pop number about alcohol and casual sex (odd how often those two go together...).

But anyway, slighted though I feel, this is a good song. It has killer hooks with a bit of bite to them and boasts energy aplenty in the chopping guitars and sneering, exuberant vocals. It seems to want to sound dangerous, to be a Song On The Edge... but nothing will hide the fact that it's fundamentally feelgood summery music, about as thrilling as the wave machine in a swimming pool, and when listening to it one does wonder why the band have tried to put a jeering, jagged edge on something so obviously clean-cut. But still, it's all good fun and its Stones-esque hard pop slash will make lots of people jump up and down on the dance floor. Which is really an insufficient claim for a song called God Killed The Queen, but objectively speaking I suppose one really can't complain. Hell, I'll even dance to it myself.