The Coathangers – Nosebleed Weekend

We've somehow reached a decade since Atlanta noisemongers The Coathangers first appeared, emerging from scrappy beginnings to become firm favourites of garage rock sophisticates everywhere. Fifth album Nosebleed Weekend offers a few more tweaks – a new wave tinge here, a post-punk shimmy there – and its many peaks are pretty damn impressive.

They're best at their noisiest (Down Down switches from bluesified twitches to a soaring chorus without batting an eyelid; Dumb Baby simply runs rampage across an angular, Bratmobile-esque seethe) but in all honesty there's rarely any let-up. Nosebleed Weekend goes for the gut and mostly hits it dead-on.

Occasionally their ideas get the better of them, e.g. the baffling Squeeki Tiki – there must be a reason its dizzy, cold sweat essentially features backing vocals from Harry Corbett's puppet pal Sweep, but it's not immediately apparent. Still, it's not much of a drawback, and their hit-rate is undeniably high. [Will Fitzpatrick]