Firstly a nod towards the artwork, which smiles broadly at you as soon as you see it. It's a wonderful idea made real by the artist Dhruti Modha. I'd ask if there was a booklet or centrefold kinda thing to go with it, but I think that would be just an empty jar of marmite. The album's concept is laid out in the first song - challenging you to try the album, warning you that it won't cater to all tastes, just like marmite. It's also a good indication of the humour the album is populated with. If you listen to the track without at least the back of your mind raising a smile, you either don't know what Nutella is (pretty fundamental, man) or you're taking music, in general, too seriously. Oystér Soufflé transitions smoothly into some kind of... twisted piano ballad? David's vocals, with their brutally honest lyrics, lead the structure, journeying to a frankly terrifying "Dance Dance Dance" section (nothing like the Beach Boys song). Once it's over and fading out gracefully, you've got an idea of David's style that crops up again and again. It's difficult to put your finger on. Pop/rock songs with vocals ranging from brit pop or punk to heartfelt and twisted. Proud, simple basslines gel together with the guitar, be it loose acoustic or catchy and distorted. Pianos usually find their way into most songs. Hooky choruses are present on some tracks, but there aren't really common structure rules - the songs just go where they need to go, often decided by the lyrics. The result of