If you're seeking boisterous, low-fi indie rock steeped in grimy 80s pop-punk, the first full length by this London 3-piece hits the bullseye, splits the board in half and sneaks sips from your pint whilst you're throwing your darts. The album lacks pretension- all too refreshing for guitar bands- and is a riotous mix of fuzzy twang and lyrics that can't make up their mind on being stupid or superb. The band's guitarist/singer looks a lot like Sid from Skins, and actually this album isn't far off what would happen if that were true. Minimal and real in all the right ways, the musical equivalent of a can of Red Stripe- great fun with the lads, but isn't going to impress the intelligentsia, who'd rather settle down with a bottle of Saint-Emilion and wax lyrical over Radiohead B-sides. Expect good things from their follow up.