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  London's own Tellison kicked-off big style in 2007 with their critically acclaimed and, more importantly, infectious debut album Contact! Contact! Now back to slay us all over again their hook-laden pop-rock returns on album number two; The Wages Of Fear.

The thing that first strikes you about Tellison is that they are in fact a British band singing in their god given British accents, it's a simple thing I know, but in this day and age it's rather rare and it makes Tellison so bloody good. They sound natural, charming, and even a little sophisticated.

Stephen Davidsons' voice is as ever a note perfect guide through the emotionally electric earth Tellison's music inhabits. His voice doesn't have much range, but the places it does go are juvenile and pure; it's hard to hate. This energy and passion are reflected in the lyrical content of every single song "my life's not much like a novel, because I can't find someone that's worth real sacrifice" they slip in and out of chorus and verse like no other band around. It's seamless.

First single ‘Collarbone' is a quick and easy classic. Sharp punchy guitars halt themselves for a whispery almost choral series of ‘oh-a-oh-oh-a-oh's'. Three minutes of escape is what this band is best at, but any song on The Wages of Fear could be a single. Tellison just don't do filler.

The best word to describe this band has to be cheeky. They slip references to each other into songs purely because they can, on ‘Horses' you'll notice the famous Henry gets another mention "it was a bad time of year for it Henry had gone back to Boston" and yet this a very serious song with the brilliant line "oh how the world still loves a cage."Contact! Contact! was an insidiously fun record, this isn't so much fun this is the grown-up sophomore record and they haven't slumped yet.

In the wake of Everything Everything this album will get much more widespread recognition than did their debut and they deserve all the praise they get. Even the softer songs here are brimming with energy and the chant of "I'm a cold young man, I don't mean anything" on ‘Tell It To Thebes' feels so real.

A band as incessantly catchy as Tellison could easily stray into annoying or clichéand yet somehow they avoid this always remaining cool and confident. With this very assured second album their personal brand of almost-art-pop will propel them into the mainstream and you better be ready to forget everything you thought you knew about pop-music.