Forever the Sickest Kids: The Weekend - Friday

There are few more insulting ways to recommend an album, or other piece of art, than using the phrases "impossible to hate" or "tough not to love".

Both set a condescending tone, implying that the writer is above such fare, forced to stoop down to such a level because (s)he believes that despite it being beneath him/her, there is nothing valid in the way of criticism which can be levied against said album.

Forever the Sickest Kids may be outside the realm of high-art, having little besides over-driven hormones fuelling its lyrical content, but the boys sure do know how to let off bombs of high-octane electro-pop which spike the fun-o-meter to levels not seen since we dressed as Gary Glitter for Halloween.

Perhaps all their songs do sound like rip-offs of Angels & Airwaves, New Found Glory, Sum 41 and Bowling For Soup, but there's the ever-present electro edge to add the HelloGoodbye vibe to the evening.

The smiles are liable to last until the rather lacklustre final act which throws in a rather hideous remix track featuring Chae Hawk. It would be the polite version if we said it belonged on the floor alongside Paris Hilton's attempts at acting. "Hawkbot", as the semi-atrocity is known, features every contrived attempt at urban music one can imagine, albeit with the complete absence of any melody, meaning or purpose. High-pitched autotune, constant reminders of rapper's name and year, stuttered vocal editing: ch-ch-ch-check, limitless uses of filler words, awkward structure jumps and bad scratching.

Got an iPod? Then wipe this one and enjoy the remaining six songs of exuberant electro-pop sure to win over hearts, if not minds.