(Crunchy Frog/Stomp)

Half Junior/half Senior, half gay/half straight, half shaven/half mustachioed, all Danish popsters who demanded that you ‘Move Your Feet’ return with the stutteringly titled Hey Hey My My Yo Yo. A title that serves as an excellent litmus test of your appreciation of the record. If it sounds childish, simple and a little too much fun for your days of po-faced seriousness, then Junior Senior ain’t for you. However, if you’ve ever slid across the floor boards in imitation of Tom Cruise’s glory days, then this album will induce inane grinning and quickly become your new guilty pleasure.

Like the Go!Team, Junior Senior realise that the one of the most important element of popular dance music – be it 60s Motown, 80s new-wave, early hip-hop or even cheerleading – is the handclap. And the three minute running time. Perhaps one reason for the short songs is to give their hands time to recover – a full live Junior Senior show must result in hands swollenly clapped to novelty sizes. There’s a definite novelty streak to this album, with the lyrics tending to the most ludicrous of catchy rhymes and giddy, cheeky vocals.

They manage to use every cliché in the pop textbook, but they make it sound fresh by quickly dismissing each cliché to race to the next classic dance floor filling riff. As the boys chant in the refrain of Hip Hop A Lula – ‘There’s too much good stuff out there to ignore’. Like a DJ racing to fit all their favourite records into a half hour gig, Junior Senior run like blazes through a full arsenal of horn hooks, string stabs and plagiarised percussion.

Making sure that all pop bases are covered they’ve enlisted the aid of pop hit-makers past and present. The Velvelettes, of Motown classic Needle in a Haystack, help out on Itch U can’t Skratch and We R the Handclaps, while contemporary pop anarchists Le Tigre add backing vocals to Can I Get Get Get and Dance Chance Romance. Though the best track here, and hopefully the Move Your Feet hit of this album, is the glorious pop of Take My Time – complete with backing vocals from everyone’s favourite rock lobsters Kate Pierson and Cindy Wilson of the B-52s.

There’s a lot of sugar involved in this confection, but at only 35 minutes HHMMYY manages to leave you itching for just a little more sweetness. Imagine Michael Jackson and the B-52s locked in the studio with Phil Spector, Brian Wilson and Malcolm McLaren in 1980 recording Prince covers with only bubble-gum for sustenance. Sure it’s a list of pop insanity, but searching for the perfect pop gem is the work of the foolhardy. Junior Senior are likely to end up as bonkers as those pop alchemists, but they’ll do anything to bring a smirk to your face and have you sliding about your house wearing only socks.