I was wrong, and pleasantly so.
This is a much punkier, trashier album than I was anticipating; if it reminded me of anything it was very early Goo Goo Dolls, but considerably more lo-fi - Dahl's 'production' duties seemingly having consisted of little more than pressing 'record' and then 'stop' again approximately two minutes later.
A little bit of research has shed very little light on the Killer Dolls, other than they're Argentinian, and this would appear to be their only album. It's not easily available either, so I'm surprised a copy turned up in a branch of Oxfam in Cambridge (left behind by a South American student perhaps?).
Opener Runaway
That, like the hokey cokey, is what it's all about.