Who is Theoretical Girl? Probably just some over-ambitious chemistry student to the uninitiated, but if this record is anything to go by, she's definitely worth raising the odd eyebrow and lughole to.

'Red Mist' isn't your average girl-sits-on-stool-with-guitar-and-whines-about-the-deep-south-of-America from the master bedroom of daddy's Knightsbridge penthouse. No way. Instead it's a sinister swathe that binds together a killer riff with the Girl's increasingly unmistakeable Siouxsie-meets-Julie Andrews tones that captivate and terrorise in equal measures.

B-side 'Dancehall Deceit' is even more beguiling, if only for the fact that it sounds remarkably like early '90s dance act The Shamen before they discovered E's were good and dropped tabs to Beefheart and Barrett. Quite where she gets her ideas from is anyone's guess, but let's hope this is the first of many to be let out of the bag.

Disturbing yet addictive.