Three verses, choruses and a rabble rousing guitar solo, all over in a snip at two and a half minutes. Just how it used to be. No padding, no naff bridge passages, no over-extending the chorus - just good, solid pop with hooks aplenty - welcome to the economical world of The Dead 60s.

A decent punch to the bass line together with the drum track gives away their love of many things ska, and The Specials particularly. The cranky guitar riff that opens goes perfectly with Matt McManamon's lead vocal, and while it may be a valid argument that the song spends much of its time looking back rather than forward stylistically, who cares when it has such singalong potential?

This excellent single should get the Liverpudlians another rung or two up the ladder, and if you're impatiently waiting for the Franz Ferdinand album this will keep your pining at bay for some time.