Firstly, the bad points. The Libertines have burst onto the scene in the last few months and have taken the British press, public and tradition by the scruff of the neck and pole-axed them all. Of course this is great, but they will not be around for long if we are to believe the nigh-on legendary stories emenating from Bethnal Green. This is the greatest of all tragedies because, at last, a full 2 years after Casablancas revealed the first glimpse of the skinny tie in a score of years, Britain has a reason to shout.
These four "chancers" have stormed onto the scene and written the finest debut single since 'Supersonic'. Yes, that's cliche, but the difference is in the sheer abandon in which the Libertines revel. Littered with obscenities, the tune may offend a great deal of people. Well, f**k em, that's punk rock was supposed to be in the first place. They say Oasis were the Sex-Beatles. Well, Libertines are the Oasis-Pistols. Or the Clash-Cocks. Or maybe just the Jam-Clash-wallop...
An absolute belter of a single is actually reinforced by their best song and album closer 'I Get Along'. This, especially live, captures every influence from the last 40 years of rock n roll in 3 bloodstained minutes. AND you can dance to it. Closer 'Mayday' is a chaotic end to a classic single; one minute of Dead Kennedies-esq carnage, and worth every second. It seems ironic that this single may predict the Libertines' own wayward career - ragged, punky start, classy, slick middle phase and, perhaps, the messy finale. Please, please; let's hope that doesn't come too soon.