This bunch are the only band I know from the Leicestershire Wolds. And by the sound of it they are a bunch of nutters out there, living on the fringe of civilised Loughborough. What am I saying? According to frontman and lyricist David Tattersall, a man who is wonderfully unhinged, Loughborough is as rough as houses. And the women in Walton-on-the-Wolds sound frightening! Tattersall's neck of the woods is often name-checked in his rich tales of life's underbelly; his warped sense of humour make this an album to treasure. Yet despite his stinging denigration of the area, I get the impression that these songs are his terms of endearment for The Wolds, his maps of meaning within a wider universe. Uniquely British in flavour, this set is up there with "Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not" in terms of social commentary. Tattersall's sharp observations have drawn comparisons to Hefner. I must also mention the laugh-out-loud lyrics on "I Love You Like a Madman", a track that deploys the best brass within an indie-alternative framework since Blaggers ITA on "Abandon Ship." This lot should be as massive as the Arctic Monkeys.