Sometimes theres a band that relights your eternal quest for good music. Music you like, music that makes your feet uncontrollably tap. But this is more than that, your whole body wants to be tapped against the floor, you want the drummer to use your own head as his bass drum so you can feel apart of the wonder that your ears are being tickled by!
But don't get me wrong, Larrikin won't tickle your ears, they'll lick them, and suck them until you can't take anymore, and just when you think you are going to explode into a mess of red polka dot scarfs and skinny jeans they stop. And start all over again!
I've had the joy to see them live, but even though staring into the back of hundreds of like minded revellers, I've come away knowing that these floppy haired londoners have stolen my heart and my ears.
If you liked The Libertines when they were at their best, you've always played your Dads old Ska LPs and you think that a dash of folk is actually quite cool, then buy this album. I defy you to not jig around your living room like a crazed fool!