You can bang on about how much you hate stupid band names all you like (because Tame Impala or Arctic Monkeys are just such sensible band names, right?) but all you’re going to do is sound old. Lunatics On Pogosticks have been thrashing their snotty, ratbag, brand of guitar-y mischief into the rough shape of an EP and they’re taking it on the road. Don’t over-analyse it, you’ll sound like an idiot – this is simply pure liquid fun, the kind that pours off your forehead and down into your eyes. Any questions? Excellent.