It is high time someone headed down into the water supply system of Philadelphia with a photometer and vials of reagents to do some testing. There seems to be something coming out of the tap in the City of Brotherly Love that is making an abnormal number of their local musical acts brilliant. Already established as above-par are the varying styles of Man Man, The Extraordinaires, and Dr. Dog - bands that all play like they're on the verge of busting apart. That unique sense of doing something for the joy of it and doing it well, that carefree, fun-loving feeling people search for in their everyday lives captured on record, is what ties The Teeth to their fellow citizens.

Though the band has been around for five years and released a previous full length (Send My Regards To The Sunshine) and two EPs (Carry The Wood on their own, and the Christmas City split with Raccoons), they are new to my ears - and my ears are loving every minute of them. After getting my sweaty paws on You're My Lover Now and seeing the band perform live I have backtracked and collected all their releases, which has only served to heighten my amazement that they've been slept on for so long.

The Teeth step out into the world with an eerie air about them. At times they are aggressive and punky ("Your Feeling On Life," "Walk Like A Clown") and at other times they are the smoothest and most soul-filled foursome around ("Yellow"). Their sound expands from song to song, without any clear indication of what to expect next, and that anticipation heightens a pure musical enjoyment that borders on insanity.

"The Coolest Kid In School," a song that seems like it was stripped right from the Kinks library, is a perfect summertime cool-down session. With lyrics like "I said I'm leaving and I don't know when I'll return/ I said I condemn you to the pits of hell where you shall burn," they get the point across. The cut is a simple love song told through the eyes of a schoolboy loser, and although he is clearly not the coolest kid in school, his tale proves to be a sweet and somber summer jam for the rest of us.

The urgency in the Teeth's music is infectious, and although the notion of a band truly having to play music in order to survive is as disheartening as it is tried and true, the resulting desperate energy is the most palpable part of You're My Lover Now. The quartet enjoys life, they enjoy making music, and they love to share it with the world.

Live, the Teeth are a must-see. While they may be unassuming gents in the crowd, once they hit the stage with instruments in tow they become a seething mass of art in its element. Watch yourself - you may get blown away with their energy and enthusiasm, not to mention some great fucking music. If you can't catch them live, just put You're My Lover Now on repeat.