Umm. This is quite possibly the stupidest record since the eighties ended, just waiting for the next Wayne's World movie. Not that that's entirely a bad thing, of course - after all, Andrew W.K. seems to have everything required to pull the joke off perfectly, booming vocals, an ear for dinky tunes that sound great thrashed out to power chords, and a front cover with his bad self exhibiting early symptoms of Royston Vasey Disease. Not to mention a complete lack of spandex. Anyway, if you're heard any of the songs, you've probably figured out the deal - balls-out guitaristic hedonism that's fueled by nothing much more illicit than a six-packs of beer, some M&Ms with the brown ones removed, and NoDoz. It's sort of like Judas Priest meets the Wiggles in a way, with catchy tunes like "Party Hard", "Fun Night", "Ready To Die" getting to the point and then buggering off to make way for the next one. As does the whole album, which clocks in under 37 minutes. Just as well, perhaps, because, yes, the concept mightn't bear being stretched out into a 74 minute epic. Bryan Adams, Axl Rose, take note.

Ultimately, I Get Wet is a little daggy, but Christ, it makes a nice antidote to Belle & Sebastian. I had great difficulty keeping a smirk from my face for the whole duration, which is fairly remarkable given my usual ironic self. I was slightly disappointed that there weren't more über-wanky guitar solos to fully capture the spirit of 80s pop metal, but at least there aren't any fucking ballads either - even "Girls Own Love" and "She Is Beautiful" churn along at breakneck speed. Plus you really can't argue with the sentiment expressed on "I Love NYC", that is, "I love New York City! Oh yeah! New York City!".