LBy Lindsey Thomas ike many musical genres, Britpop is difficult to pin down. Several varieties of U.K. rock fit the profile as long as the musicians are charmingly cheeky fellows. Supergrass is a prime example. The band broke onto the scene in 1994 with “Caught By The Fuzz,” quite possibly the most adorable ode to getting arrested ever written. Almost a decade older, the trio has yet to slow down or behave. About a minute into their fourth album, leader Gaz Coombes is already propositioning listeners. Given “Life On Other Planets” ability to show a good time, it’s a come-on too good to resist.

From the moment the thumping beat of “Za” kicks in, the album moves at a rollicking pace the band learned from its 1970s forefathers. Traces of David Bowie and T. Rex are present in every song, but this is no revival group. Supergrass takes glam rock and gives it a giddy spin that’s all its own.

“Life On Other Planets” even packs an extra punch, perhaps to make up for the mellowness of the band’s previous self-titled album. Tracks like “Never Done Nothing Like That Before” are tromped through with such unbridled enthusiasm you’d think it was the band’s first time in a recording studio. The album is just as strong when the guys unplug, as they do on “Evening of the Day,” a bouncy acoustic song with an organ-flanked, sing-a-long chorus.

Above all else, the band sounds like it is having more fun than it has had in years. A goofy, unprompted Elvis impression and a Spinal Tap reference are thrown in because, well, why the hell not? Supergrass doesn’t seem to be settling down with “adult rock” any time soon, and neither should you. Go ahead. Play it so loud that the cops show up.