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.