There is almost no one for whom, upon sending them 100 Gecs’ hysterical sophomore album 10,000 Gecs, their response to me was not simply: “Grow up” or “Go to your room”. And honestly? Fair enough, because 10,000 Gecs is insouciant and odd, ridiculous and incommunicable to almost everyone, yet probably the most fun anyone’s had on an album in 2023. Any musician who makes an opening salvo out of sampling the infamous “THX” deep note Odeon noise has teenage me lolling. Songs like “Billy Knows Jamie” and lead single “Hollywood Baby” deftly repurpose multiple sub-genres from the late 90s that nobody else would touch with a 10-foot barge pole (Nu Metal, Rap-Rock, shopping mall reggae? Remember us?). An album of momentary frenzy that will be unpalatably saccharine to some, wrongly delicious to others: the sonic equivalent of a spoonful of Calpol.