An air-raid siren at the opening of this album heralds the coming of the saviours of punk. Too many fake messiahs - too many pop acts messing 'round with buzz guitars - have left my people bitter and sceptical. Now we've seen the light. "I'm a Rat" - shades of the New York Dolls (mock-rock my backside)? "Air Guitar" - a healthy dose of the Clash? "Kill the Pop Scene" a hint of the Ramones? "Beaujolais" Pistols vs. Damned? All sprinkled liberally with some G n R (not to mention their own take on punk rock and a cracking sense of humour). By track five I'm in heaven, and pontificating to my long suffering, Lily Allen loving girlfriend, that the new wave of new wave is finally here, that boy bands and TV talent show winners, shall be burnt in effigy, and that all trousers hence forth shall be made of leather. OK, maybe I over reacted a jot, but it is a bloody good CD.