A tale that reacquaints you with the arguments of youthful nights out, this Mancunian four-piece produce riotous indie at its best. Screaming into strobes of guitar, they follow in the footsteps of fellow northerners The Sherlocks to move rhythmically through your body. Passing through smokey verses and glittered choruses to arrive at its final destination; a bridge of nondescript oohs which beg you to join along.

A song whose title disobeys itself, this third single of the year destroys any suggestion that this Mancunion band is simply middle of the road. In fact, it’s electric. The perfect indie rock track carved from slow-burning verses and explosive choruses which inadvertently make you sing along to its sentiments of charming dislike, it barely takes two minutes to burn itself out.