The audio equivalent of an eight year old overdosing on skittles and lemonade and proceeding to bash the bejaysus out of your granny's saucepan collection, Nashville five-piece Be Your Own PET are total sugar-rush power-punk merriment. Fronted by 18 year old teen queen/vocal guillotine Jemima Pearl, BYOP steer well clear of any country influences their hometown may have impressed upon them, opting instead for the scuzzy, terse lo-fi strain of punk that Yeah Yeah Yeahs pegged with their debut back in 2003. However, while the New Yorkers have gone for a more subtle approach in their recent material, BYOP happily snaffle the baton with both hands. With fifteen songs spread over half an hour - most tracks accordingly being under three minutes long - BYOP's frenetic onslaught just about errs on the side of favourable pacing. Just as well; anything more lengthy would not only bore the listener (punchy as hell that most tracks are, the majority are also too samey for this album to be a masterpiece), but leave them feeling physically and aurally drained. By the time a respite from the constant driving guitar comes, we're already twelve tracks in; but October, First Account quite adequately slouches along without losing any of the plucky appeal that's here in abundance. Tracks like the insanely catchy Adventure really expose Pearl's quite lovely voice; Bunk Trunk Skunk exposes her potential as a femme fatale (I'm an independent motherf*cker/And I'm here to steal your money) and Bog exposes her talent for a witty turn of phrase (Wanna get a cat, my boyfriend wants a dog/We got into a fight, I drowned him in the bog).Overall, her vocals veer more towards the feistiness of riot grrrl acts (Bikini Kill's Kathleen Hanna?) than Karen O's sleazy yowl - and the plenitude of new wave/punk/angular riffs are relentless, but unfortunately, ultimately tiresome. A tad more variety wouldn't have gone amiss here. Plus, why has ace single Damn Damn Leash been omitted? Be Your Own PET have certainly surrendered a largely enjoyable debut album; but comforting as the thought may be that Rocky the Rottweiler is guarding your back door, sometimes you just want the option of cuddling a fluffy ickle bunny rabbit too.