Worried that the kids might have forgotten about them after going a whole year without releasing an album, Hoylake's finest bunch of young musos have come up with the best slice of pop-rock since Michael Jackson's Bad.

The simple keyboard melody (beamed in from the genius of childhood by Bill Ryder-Jones) is so good it's already a football chant - the greatest tribute for any pop song. Try singing: "Oi! We're on our to Wembley!" over it and you'll see what I mean. The rest of the song (a very early James Skelley ode to small town wistfulness) perfectly forms around it, complete with lyrics like: "She wrote my name on a red telephone box / When I got there she'd already rubbed it off."

The Coral's new album, The Invisible Invasion, is largely an ambigious, subterranean affair, but In The Morning is the back-of-the-net-burster. With lots of air time and heavy rotation of a striking video, the song will give the band their biggest chart success. Which, as anyone who saw their "performance" on Top Of The Pops last week knows, is a prospect that excites the band a great deal.