The most startling thing about Babymetal's self-titled album is how ridiculously entertaining it is. I should hate this, I thought to myself as I first assailed the neighbours with the glitterbomb savagery of inexplicably-titled sing-along anthems like Gimme Choco!! and Doki Doki MORNING… and yet, I think I've already fallen in love with this, erm, band. Unlike the vapid cut'n'paste postmodernism that has infected the metalcore scene in recent times – check out the frankly hideous Issues for a cackhanded pop/metal hybrid that leaves a truly foul taste in the mouth – Babymetal's songs are imbued with an exhilarating sense of innocence and joy that may yet still enrage Slayer fans to the point of apoplexy, but that I can only hope will introduce a generation of hyperactive toddlers (doubtless via their otherwise embittered middle-aged music journalist parents) to the wonders of brutal riffs, ribcage-shattering kick drum flurries and, best of all, how truly, wonderfully deranged Japanese pop culture can be.